A Break-up Story

You lean silently in the darkened corner,
steadfast, but still so very alone.
Quick staccato-like glances are all I can muster.
The guilt keeps me from giving you the respect you deserve;
the respect you have earned.

Like an aging Hollywood starlet,
time has made you faded, weathered, and worn.
Your best days are behind you,
but you still ache for one more chance.
Why won't I give it to you?!?!

I have abandoned you;
discarding you like some trinket of my youth.
But you're more than a Star Wars figure or Etch-a-Sketch.
You ARE my past;
and I long for you to be my future.

You were there for the milestones;
like every holiday and special moment.
But I miss the mundane days;
like Mondays and Thursdays
more than you'll ever know.

You're in every old snapshot;
never as a featured player,
only as support....your favorite role.
Who knew a lazy summer day,
would start to tear us apart?

Eventually someone else entered my life;
you know how those things go.
But I would still use you,
when the other was too broken or deflated,
to be of use to me.

Now I see that your replacement has lied to me,
and made me too dependent.
I need you back in my life;
if I am to grow and thrive;
and be greater than what I am now.

I wish it could happen now,
but I lack the strength.
But I promise that someday soon,
you'll be in my life again..
My support...my strength...my crutches

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When I was younger I used to use my crutches all of the time. Now, I have become too dependent on the wheelchair, and I need to get healthy enough to use the crutches again. That's why I wrote the poem.