I left the floor empty today. In hopes that you would come in with a mop and see my body hanging.
Instead - you decided you'd give up on housecleaning.
You were so good.
Everything was always left so spotless & shiny.
I dangled until finally I realized you had forgotten. I untied the knot around my neck and screamed at the sky.
But no one heard me.
My foot tapped.
I left early. So that I could go home to a messy room. I didn't want to do it myself. What if I paid you in pictures? Photographs covering everything.  There was a deck of cards on the table. You never picked them up, not really. Aren't you supposed to be cleaning?
You see? This is what happens when you give up your dreams. I know this was never your dream. But it was mine.