APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)

Day 23

Twenty-three

You left me here
With dust on my face
In this sad little place
What a cruel cruel fate

There's a lot on your plate
Is not a valid excuse
For the way your eyes
Glide past me swiftly

I've been here forever
Yet you never touch me
Pick me up, hold me
I'll show you the world

Stop saying I'm only a book

~RC