I've given up on trying to find a place in my life for you

I tried to put you in my coffee shop

In that iron chair across from mine

And for a while you fit nicely

On my bookshelf between Marquez and Neruda.

 

But you got bored, so, at your request,

I mounted you on my wall with my speakers

And you filled my house with your static

Guitar and humdrum beats.

So I sat you on a couch, my couch,

Turned on your football game

And put a beer in your hand.

 

You became a conversation piece,

Something my friends would stop and examine,

Commenting on you between movie scenes

And bites of cake, questioning your history.

 

But soon enough, even that luster faded from you

And I tried to crease your edges, smashing you into photo albums

Boxing you up with the rest of my keepsakes,

Taking you out every-once-and-awhile, but not long enough

For even the musty smell to wear off,

Then you were back in my attic--clumped

Between Christmas lights and high school yearbooks.

And there you stayed, like the rag doll

I had when I was five, forgotten and unused.

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Great job! Nicely done. I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[mysticgmekeepr]

that was very poignant and very well written. You can tell I like your poetry as I've stayed here and read quite a few of them...all you have here I think.