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
I myself am gone.
Invisible forever from the sparkle
of your eye.