when you had
enough of me:
enough to love,
enough to taste,
enough to try,
enough to experience,
enough to use—
you decided to scrape me up, dump
me, and allow me to be picked up by someone else.
when no one picked me up
why wouldn't you come back?
there i was
splattered on the concrete—
that was truly rock bottom for me.
i was stepped on
looked at
spat on
but no one
loved tasted tried or experienced me
like you did.
why wouldn't you come back?
