Shampoo bottle graveyard
You are there when I wake.
With the aromas of memory,
you calm.
When the day is done,
you cleanse and refresh me.
And when i falter,
no one sees me cry but you.
For this I cannot discard you.
Like a lover lost,
I guard your shell,
that one day
I might see you have been refilled.
- March 2014 ©