Just because they aren't remembered and treasured by some

doesn't mean they are used up and worthless to others.

The most innocent of actions, or lack thereof,

causes untold damage.

Be it thoughtlessness, or forgetfulness,

the outcome remains the same.

All we seek is simple:

human connection

companionship

understanding.

Respect and honesty

all things of the past.

Forgiveness and kindness

things that never seem to last.

Shown a glimmer of hope,

a pat on the head

"That's a good lil girl, now wait right here."

There stands the girl

time and man

have forgotten.

Alone and rejected

no respite from the storm.

That poor woman

unnoticed by word

or kindness.

That poor

forgotten woman

wanders at the difference,

disillusioned,

alone the woman ponders.

Could I be a specter

left over from before?

Was I abandoned?

was I forgotten?

Did I do something wrong?

Who was that man,

who left me here alone?

We may never know!