Buried and suffocating beneath all your old belongings,
hidden under discarded cards and abandoned teddy bears,
I really feel forgotten.
I miss the days when you held me closest to your chest,
cuddling me to your heart as the night came and left;
I was the favorite.
I lie in wait and hope for your arrival,
just a hint of your coat tail as you slip past,
maybe just your long shadow lying against me,
or even a small wisp of hair, and I would be thankful.
And so I wait for you to notice me as I lay at the bottom
of the discarded cards and abandoned teddy bears.