you treat people
like a scarf you take remove at springtime,
like clothes that have gone out of style,
like a burnt piece of toast,
like a piece of fruit that has gone too ripe,
like plants that will not bloom,
like an umbrella after the rain,
like your hair you finally cut,
like the makeup you take off at night,
like a date that isn't working out,
like the morning you leave someone's bed.
but yet you think
i'm important to you.