Something Nice

Sitting on a shelf where I belong. The place I've been all my life. You reached out to me and touched me and held me...and I became a part of your life. I was for that moment a reflection of your love. You know that Sally would love me. And you thought of her and how you wished you could reach her. Perhaps this object could save the pain and say your sorry. Me I'm just an object. I feel nothing. I know nothing. You haver personified my existence and put a heavy burden upon the soulless "Made in China" life. Yeah, I'm cheap. Like most misgiven gifts...I'll stare down from a shelf and ask the question: "What was my purpose", "How do I fit in to the picture". And then one day I'm in a yard sale. On to the next confused shopper. I am in the end and object of a life wasted on objects that mean nothing. I'm as close to space as most people get. I move through time without stopping. I know a dimension that even Einstein didn't take into account. I'm the time in your head that thinks you did something nice.