Gone as you are now,

the memories linger,

infusing the midnight room with a fog and clouding my senses

 

Sticking to the pages of the books, the dust settles,

tainting the library with hints of who I was before,

bittersweet reminders of unfinished stories and old friends hung from cliffs

 

I dust the room away, staving it off for the time being knowing that it would happen all over again next week

and bracing myself for the next windstorm