Such a shame, so much is left unsaid.

I don’t know exactly where I want to be, perhaps just an awkward piece of furniture in his busy life. Rearranged and placed right where he wants me to be. One day, I just may go unnoticed and collect dust, waiting to feel useful, to become a necessity. He questions the space I take up, and perhaps my looks have become old- I fear that one day, I will be replaced. Till the day comes I wait… I wait and wait. If only I could get up on my own and find someone who will find use for this boring piece of furniture that’s easily set aside, and perhaps for once, I will feel fulfilled- and not just an awkward piece of furniture in someone’s life.