I am
sorry, my love,
lovers;--
lovees. You must
understand. I was
built to touch, caress,
hold tightly, let
go lightly, but
above all;
end your
loneliness.

The developer
thought it best
to halt progress.

I was postponed.

The fiscal year
came and
it went; and still
I was locked
in this cage of theirs
never to see
the light of day,--
your gaze, I am
incomplete.

They filled
me with guilt,
and unbearable shame;
left me here to rot
with the thought of you,
you, and you;

You whom I have yet
to love, and adore;
you always.

Am I curled up
in the corner,
afraid and alone?

This, I do not know;

I may never know.

Come find me,

behind somewhere

is where I am;

your nowhere

is my life, it's been like that

since the beginning.