The Smell of Dust

To me, time smells like dust
Dust settled upon old books
Or falling from vinyl sleeves
Dust gathered beneath the carpet
Caught by high shelves
And corners of pretty things
You can’t remember buying

Dust that follows you in the light
And awaits movement

To carry on its journey
Through decades and possessions
Dead particles gathering new life
Helping to remind the living
That they too, shall one day be time
The kind that that smells like dust