Disposable
Throw away trash
is how you feel.
So sorry I
let it get this bad.
Oil and water
can't mix
and I agree
for fire and gasoline
are deadly
but...
you are not
disposable.
You take good care of her
and still have time left for the rest of us.
Thank you.
I was trying to be
one less name on your long list
so I floated around your stratosphere
thinking I'm just one more problem.
I've learned...
no one roots for you.
No one calls out your name as you run by
or hands you water when your mouth is dry.
But when you're not there
we look everywhere
even under your usual chair
wondering where you might be.
We notice.
I notice.
Disposable?
Not even close.
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2011
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