I am lonely.
I am a moldy and forgotten
sandwich rotting in the corner of your fridge.
My ham is slimy and my lettuce droops.
My tomato oozes.

And you know nothing about it.

I am lonely.
I am a gnarled and frayed
left slipper hiding in the dark under your bed.
My stitches have been ripped open by dogs
but I was once a part of your favorite pair.
My sole is bare.

And you know nothing about me.

I am lonely.
I am a necklace I bought you in
the spring of last year.
I remember when you wore me out
almost every day and night.
Now I am kept out of sight and
Out of mind.

And you know nothing about me.
And you don't know where I am.
And you don't know what I'm close to.
And you don't know where that smell is coming from.