The old antique shop shut down,

and I will love you forever.

That’s just business, they say.

If no one is buying, you

aren’t really selling. This town

won’t support you, so

it’s time to move on.

Where you stood is still empty,

because I will love you forever.

Memories don’t sell like they used to,

so we let the dead things die.

dust won’t forget, so don’t sweep

and let it mourn. Your blinds are

still drawn, so it’s time to move on.

A Goodwill opened uptown,

and it’s new and it’s different,

but parts feel the same. There’s no

dust yet, and I found a nice dresser,

and, actually, another one too.

There’s rows of benches and baths, but

I can’t find any dust yet. There’s paintings,

or prints? a desk, and fine china, but

I can’t find any dust yet. Shopping carts glide

on polished linoleum, as I float by

an empty lot on the way home.

A new table in hand, I try

to move on. It sits in the corner,

but I still can’t find any dust yet.

I don’t go uptown anymore,

so I can love you forever.