most of the time it feels like im that piece of toast that you put in the toaster
before you were gonna go somewhere,
i didnt pop soon enough and you forgot me
then you came back and still forgot i was there.
Occasionally you walk by and notice me,
i am still here, just as you left me,
high and dry with no sign of you enjoying my presence anytime soon.
Most likely i will just become part of that compost pile out back
the one you also seem to negelct