Settled Dust

Inspired by the chairs in the back of our conference hall

We're passing through grounds
of settled dust 
We're sitting on chairs that haven't been moved in so long
In so long that the dust has 
gathered on the stretcher below
In so long that a spider has tried
it's hand at intricacy

Do you think it's time to clear away the webs?
Come let us sit face to face
I want my heart to look up at you
Though it pains me
As if I am shamed to have you look at me
I am  hurt by you 
My hurt blinds me 
I become scared
I drift further away
I am left with nothing 
But a question:
How to love?