In The Frame

 

We met in an antique shop,

while you were sifting through

dusty memories

and tarnished gilt.

I was new and bright -

just what you needed in your life

at that time of regrets

and heartaches.

 

So we went home together

and you placed me on a pedestal.

The centre of a universe

that orbited your soul.

I put my arms

around your family -

and when the children came,

I held them close.

 

Holidays.

Weddings.

Births.

Parties.

Each passing moment

safely stored

behind my

window gaze.

 

Until the dust

finally settled

on your life

and you sought

the comforts

of a digital

lover.

 

Now I sit,

unwanted,

where we met

and think of all

the memories

we shared

before you

strayed.