Poetry · Writing

An Old Trophy

Knowing someone doesn’t need you

is like lukewarm water.

Can’t help the wrinkles in my face

can do this on your own

make the world your bitch

and I will cheer

from the front row

number one fan t-shirt

maybe a hot dog.

Yet, if they can do it all,

why am I, around?

The funny friend who dances

sings and reminds them

they had a past.

Like an empty box-

it was once something,

maybe you did at one point

but now- on a shelf collecting dust

(your dust) – an old trophy.

But I’ll ignore it-

have lunch like normal

smile at pictures of your cat

and I’ll cheer you on

as you save the world.

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