There’s space behind the dresser dust and dark
by Caleb B.
· 09/03/2026
Published 09/03/2026 16:11
There’s space behind the dresser, dust and dark,
a forgotten toy from a restless night.
It fell, lost, a token of the spark
of laughter once ignited, now out of sight.
Dust bunnies gather like unspoken dreams,
whispers of childhood, forgotten embrace.
And in this dark, where no sunlight beams,
I wonder if it waits, still full of grace.