Leftovers
The Great Loneliness
It’s painful being alone
Having not chosen so
Forever feeling worthless
Unwanted leftover gross
Left to rot where time forgot
Salvaged from a holiday dinner
Neglected in the back of the fridge
Now an overgrown moldy critter
Buried in the back I stay
Waiting to be thrown away
If only there was decency
To grant a full release to me
And be tossed in the trash.
An analogy for my love life.
