Disregarded

You never said thank you.

Like a keychain to your backpack,

I completely completed you.

The perfect accessory—

appreciated by many

but disregarded by you.

Indifference is my own worst enemy.

As many moons pass: my yellow wears off,

my keyring falls to the dirty sidewalk,

and I become ignored

and unimportant

and disposable.

I myself am gone.

Invisible forever from the sparkle

of your eye.