This morning I awoke to find
a spider crawling in my mind,
cobwebs laced around my feet,
and the closet, for once, so empty and neat.
My face feels chipped; my paint is cracking-
what happened to the flurry of the packing?
Was I was forgotten on this shelf alone?
I dream that someday you’ll come home,
dust me off and hold me tight
like you did during those stormy nights.
I knew you loved me way back then.
Will I ever see you or your smile again?
For now I’ll sit and wait and watch your door,
simply thankful I wasn’t left on the floor.