OVER

Like a sweater
Whose elbows are worn thin
Whose fibers ball up and dangle
Whose neck sags a little too low

Like a dinner
Whose flavor tastes warmed over
Whose colors have faded and dulled
Whose texture has congealed

Like a smile
Who’s rictusly held in place
Whose dead eyes betray the truth
Whose purpose perpetuates the lie

I have become the replaced
I have been tossed away
I am no longer wanted
It is over… 

By cindy
6/18/2023