Monday Musings: Wait

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.