Gone a month…

Left to simmer on back burner

Never put first and foremost

Not even for the first hour home…

Life is important

Drowning in remnants of

Bits of time make for a sad life…

Someone else calls

Who gets the boot

One starts to feel unneeded,

Unwanted, in the way…

Other’s birthdays so important

This one not so much

The heart gets heavy

The heart slows down

Wondering who will go first

And will this one be missed…

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