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 ©