She was an afterthought, Like salad,on the side Like a footnote to a long letter, Like curry leaves to gravy, Like the dregs at the bottom of a cup of tea, Like the second man on the moon, She was an afterthought, Always a step behind, Always a second choice, Never sought after or valued, Neither loved nor cherished, Like a faded old photograph, Like an out of tune guitar gathering dust in the attic, She was an afterthought, Quickly replaced,easily forgotten and never remembered