The Widowed School Desk

I stand to hold onto your greatest possessions.

A silent sentinel, enduring it all.

Yearning from the loss of the last. 

Day by day stands somebody new,

as I stay bound to the one spot, I can never run away.

I see you standing afar,

witnessing the laughter, toil, and rhyme of your distant voice.

With every scratch and engraved name,

I hold memories, each one the same.

I feel the grievance of abandonment

from you.

Do you feel the abandonment?

As I'm lost in a trance of nothingness 

breaking apart day after day as I am used.

Until there comes a time when I am no longer needed, 

removed from my designated place,

truly forgotten.