Garbage Truck Poem by Kewayne Wadley

There, my heart sat on an almost empty mantle,
Old, dusty,
Left beside a pile of bills, and portraits of where our hands lost track of time,
I don't belong here, as the portraits have been replaced with single phone sized pictures of you,
Reasons why your here disappeared, an act for two confused for lust,
Two months have passed without a single glance, the blinds no longer have a reason to be open as everything has become clutered,
Clothes tossed across the couch,
Trash filled to the rim of the can,
The way home seems more distant, these four walls now unfamilar,
I hate it here, sitting upon this mantle, covered in dust,
Contemplating the fall from here to the floor,
Listening to the sound of your heels click against the floor until their gone out the door,
Here I am withering away on this mantle,
Unable to go back home,
In fear of the trash man