I’m not just a thing that you keep in your room
I wasn’t put
here for you to consume
Just to speak
when asked to and told what to do
And left to
get dusty when I become inconvenient for you
To think
when you don’t see me I stop to exist
That a kind
word can make up for the days you have missed
You forget,
actions speak louder than any word you say
‘I love you
my darling’ – but you are never here to stay
The room’s
getting darker, would take two to keep it bright
Maybe
tomorrow – ‘Love you. Good Night.’
By Verena Zyla - 24/08/2013