I’m back with Tuesday Tales.  I am taking some writing classes right now, so thought I would share some of that work with y’all.  So today, here is some poetry

Abandoned

There was a day
She chose me, pulling me off
From among the others

Like me, hard and soft,
But I,
I was her favourite.

She used to pause
Turning, breathing in my scent, 
Curling edges to find

The spot she remembered.
Looking off in the distance,
smiling,

Ah, she placed her hand 
On my heart, my
Spine bent back,

Marking where to begin again.

Now, we rot
Lined up on shelves
Choked in dust,

Pages flaking,
Spines fading,
In favour

Of smooth surfaces
Glowing in darkness
As we never could.

Sterile, odourless
Spineless, pageless
Heartless;

All of us
Abandoned 
For backlit shelves of pixels.