A fool I have become through the eyes of others
observing how I am easily replaced.
You can deny and believe it the truth,
but they can see what you do not.

Like an old tattered slipper, I have been tossed aside;
with no concern of the hurt inflicted.
Preferred at one time, but now collecting dust;
you acquired another with cushion aplenty.

Quiet footsteps getting louder
"he is coming for me; he did not forget."
The blow of disappointment hitting hard
as I feel the breeze of his passing hand.

Years of adjustments for the accurate fit
"did he not see how we conformed as one?"
Every bump and every curve
I cushioned his walk with every step.

Unwanted and worthless in your eyes
I was carelessly thrown out into the garbage,
sinking deeper as the heaviness grows
a sudden tug pulling me from the heap.

Ragged and frayed upon the surface
what is seen underneath is greatly appreciated.
What you threw away was obtained by another;
the warmth still delivered on a frosty night.