How easily you threw me away

With the rest of the thoughts that made you

Confront yourself and ask

What is wrong with me?

What was wrong with me

That you deemed me

Unusable, unsalvageable, unwanted

Trash

And discarded me like the thoughts you couldn’t think

The feelings you couldn’t feel

And the facts you couldn’t face?

The facts you couldn’t face

Are in the garbage heap with me

Where no one is looking

Because nothing is lost,

Except the love I had for you

And the love I thought you had for me,

The kind of love that bloomed

Under an umbrella of simple mercies, and ordinary grace.

How easily your threw me away

With the rest of the trash.

What is wrong with you?