even little rooms echo

even little rooms echo.
they reverberate
the tiny corners
and lost spaces,
shadows under dust bunnies
resonating with quiet sound
 
they feel so big just then,
the air thick with silent expanding
filling up so full
you’ve never felt that alone
 
I wonder what will happen
when the air is gone
and the dust bunnies pile up
like heaps of trash
and that silent expanding
gets so loud
we can’t drown out the noise
any longer
 
will the lost spaces
crumble
 
will the tiny corners
melt
 
will we be so
alone
we can finally think
about what
we’ve done
 
air is so big
even in a little room