Every few months
I am brought down
Dusted and played with
Until boredom sets in
And I am placed
Back on the shelf
Where I belong
But the shelf is
Boring for me too
So I’ve climbed down –
Welcome to find another toy
To fill my spot
And smile at you
I don’t care
I don’t want to
Talk to you
Smile at you
Speak to you
Talk about it
So no contact
Fill your shelf
With someone new
Poems and Petals 