Shelved

 

You shelve me

like all past projects,

I sit on display,

a wilted houseplant

on the windowsill.

A heart transplant

gone astray.

You project

your thoughts

upon me,

and wonder

why

my petals have died

away.

Blame me for

not growing,

whilst

only

providing

a non-nurturing

environment.

I mean,

there isnt

even any water

running,

and I’m thirsty.

 

But you walk on by

as my leaves wither

and die.

I watch summer pass

through the

condensation

stained glass,

my dry eyes, crack,

but no 

tears have I

left to cry.

Just another

faded flower on a shelf.

My colour, my health,

drained into

the soil at my feet.

 

I watch spiders creep

over the windowsill,

forming cobwebs

at my feet.

But you didn’t see

my beauty, now just a memory,

as I lay on the soil,

my reflection

soiled by the days

of neglect.

For you've gone away.

Leaving me

and the insects

to wilt into the end

of another summer’s day.