Why not now?
He never tried to understand
how it felt
how it was to be left behind
after so long,
just left to die alone
my heart was stolen
and sadly, the bell couldn’t be
No, I became a drinking fountain
dry throat, quench your thirst
only to see you walking away
living your life with someone unlike me
without a thought for where that water came from
Exhaust the fountain carelessly, why not?
that’s how it felt
to be available and unvalued
never to be chosen
just some old drinking fountain!
why not get out your sledgehammer now?
why should that thing stay there peacefully on the wall?