|Before I begin, I have to say that this reminded me uncannily of Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek". The image of the dust daring to fall, the world responding as though in communion with the narrator despite being unaware of her pain. It is really quite heartbreaking.
The poem began so strongly in my opinion. The rhythm drags you forward in procession, but the line breaks stagger this into a form of uncertainty, giving moments of pause as though in sadness and lostness. Plus, the internal rhyme in the second line provides an additional counterpoint, creating a greater sense of order but in contrast to the meter and the line breaks. All in all, the world seems out of kilter, but it still flows on.
The only other comment I have is that giving the possessive to "loves" *plural* in the second to last line served as a kind of hiccup against an otherwise smoothly flowing poem. I tried for a bit to see whether or not using love in the plural would be appropriate there, but I think it would be better put as "love's", maybe even capitalized for more personification. Or, if plurality is desired, adding an article "the" before "loves'" would help the reader realize the plurality beforehand.
That's all! Thank you for sharing, and I enjoyed the poem immensely.