I’m sitting here
listening to music that makes me think of
dot hack sign
Final fantasy
Mega Tokyo.
And wondering
when I lost you,
like you’re a toy.
Or a video game.
A story I put down,
and can’t seem to find.

I’m sorry.
I don’t know what I did.
But I think I dropped you
somewhere along the way.

I didn’t mean to.
Please, please believe me.
I didn’t mean to drop you.
Only tell me what to do, and I will—

But it’s too late now.
And you don’t need me anymore.

I sit here.
Typing.
Trying to remember
why I’ve been discarded.
An old story, half read—
that no one can remember.