I Am A Watch
I am a watch
I sit there on your wrist
Ready.
For the moment you require my services
And you require them often.
I always give you the time when you need it.
But when you take me off for a moment,
you forget me.
Days later, you return, unapologetic, realizing you need me.
You are unable to function without me.
You need me.
You do not WANT me.
I am a necessity.
Not a pleasure.
I sit there
day
after
day
after
day
after
day
waiting for the day when you will finally
Appreciate me
Appreciate what I do for you
over
and
over
and
over
and
over.
The day never comes. I hide my tears. I stay pristine,
even when you
hide me under your oversized sweatshirt.
Then one day you unclasp my clasp and slip me off your wrist
Set me in your drawer
next to
extra buttons
candy wrappers
and
rusted, unusable scissors.
I watch as you place a newer, faster, better
watch onto your wrist.
Right where I used to be.
You view me as replaceable, disposable.
You don’t need
Me.
You need a watch.
I am a watch.
But not your watch anymore.
I am just a watch.
I no longer hide my tears.
The buttons, wrappers, and scissors understand.
When I give them the time,
they appreciate it
they thank me