Circle

I am friends with the broken bottles,
the plastic bag in the tree.
If this dust does ever settle,
it'll be just them and me.

Forgotten by all you people,
because you didn't have the time.
Let slip from your mind like a passing thought,
now I'm left here for you to find.

How do you always take it away?
It feels so good until I hear you say
that things can't really be this way.
Not tomorrow, not today.

Every time is never all over again.


~J.A.D