What am I waiting for
your not coming back
I’m a lost toy to you something you out grown.
I’m in the dust under your bed in the deep corners you never looked.
To afraid to see the truth, if only one more push.
You would have found me and maybe then no one would feel hurt.
Like a memory from the past, I’m not a concern anymore.
And when years have past and you decide to redecorate.
You move that small bed and there I am.
I am old and you barely recognize me.
But you smile as a memory comes to you.
Then you toss me to the trash and like that I’m gone for good.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes