
I hear footsteps upstairs.
I hear them walk. I hear them slide over my head.
I can hear them talking; Laughing; Smiling. I am not happy at all.
I hear them, but I cannot listen to a word they say.
Alone in the dark, I am a leftover. I have been forgotten.
I am an old toy replaced by a new one. I am retired.
They betrayed me. They cheated on me. They do not care about me.
They do not even remember my name.
They just walk over my head. They just talk over my head.
They just laugh over my head.
I am handicapped, locked up in a dirty basement…
But still, they talk, they laugh, they walk.
“They” = Plural = Together
“I” = Singular = Lonely=
I
(January/February, 2010)


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