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Click hereTo tell the truth, I'm not sure why I'm here.
Perhaps I was blythely left behind,
Or purposefully tossed aside.
Either way,
I've picked out this small expanse of space
Here in the corner,
Hidden under someone's unrequited mitten,
Fumbling with the tattered edges
Of a skirt I picked out just for you.
You never got to see it.
I made friends with a horsefly
Whose sole function is to lead me where I cannot go.
Would I leave if I could?
I'm not entirely certain -
I'd want you to be able to find me,
If you ever came looking again.
Not that I'm hopeful or anything.
and the rest of the poem ain't half bad either. It's got a sort of bebop, almost jazzy, feel to it. Nice work.