He hung there
His threads and seams
beaming with potential
Sewn in idealistic Joy
From memories unknown
Hands to hands
Drawers to racks
His shoulders stressed in wires
Traveling nowhere anywhere
Full in hues and hope
She plucked him up
Suddenly
On momentary whims
Figured she would try him on
To see how he would fit
She slipped him on
Too easily
And lacking Satisfaction
She pulled
And tugged
And stretched
And turned
And wore his colors out
She discarded him
Suddenly
Bored of tired threads
With faded colors and broken seams
He missed anonymous hands
Who never tried him on enough
To break down hopeful threads
