Scatterbrainy

It was a small shift,
imperceivable to anyone but me.
Nevertheless decisive, final.

I am a book that you could not take the time to read,
a language you never spoke and won't learn.
I explain myself over and over, but my essence remains undiscovered.
Unread, my cover neatly closed.
Dusty.

It does not matter. Why would it?
you were here but I am the one to remember for everyone.
I'd remind you, but I'm out of breath, out of words.

when one tile falls it takes with it all the rest.