Dust

If you are
an emotional wasteland
then I am
only the dust
blowing through the wind
itching your scalp
relentlessly clinging to your hair
The annoying gritty grain
settling deep into your eyes
until you realize
it's time
to turn away from me
shield yourself
let her wipe your tears
I am just sand
dry, unimportant particles
over your protected land
Have no fear
I will eventually separate
into a million pieces of nothing
and silently disappear