goodbye dear friend.
you and your oranges, white flowers and bright green leaves were my favorite container.
you were my go to girl.
but i realize now you had a crack, a flaw.
we none of us are perfect but your imperfection had left you vulnerable to shattering,
and shatter you did.
i was shocked, i was disheartened. i never expected you to go.
so many others i have banged and knocked about and have disappeared but you had lasted through it all.
as i stood there in sadness i could not see how this time it was my fault. for once i was the careful one.
and now you are in a recycling bin.
such a dirty place for a pretty jar.
i cannot save you.
i don't even know how to use you as something else.
i must say goodbye. when the recycle truck comes for you i will be at the thrift shop.
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