Laments of a Forgotten Friend
by Lady D

Sigh, it’s so lonely these days, sitting in the dark, waiting…waiting.

Wait, what’s that?

It’s HIM!  It’s HIM!  Oh, maybe.  This time maybe…

AUGH!  The light… so bright.  Wait…he’s reaching for…me?  Oh please.  PLEASE, be me.

NOoooo!

Dammit!  And now the light’s gone and his footsteps are fading in the distance.  He left me here alone…again.

Sigh.

Things were different before…oh, when was it?

I was traveling.  New exotic places, lots of different flora, and smells, and sights.

Yep, I was part of the team then…now, no more.

He doesn’t need me anymore, now that SHE’S in the picture.

He doesn’t touch me, caress my body, he doesn’t need the clarity of mind and body that I always offered him.  I’d always been there when he needed me.  Why did that have to change?  What we had was mutually beneficial for both of us.  It was…special.  SHE changed everything… I hate her.

I fear death is near.  I wonder what it feels like to be forsaken?  Will the day I expire feel different?  On that day will he look upon me with sympathy or disapproval?  Will he abandon me so easily?  I guess I’ll know soon enough.

I miss you Daniel.  The way you used to touch me, cherish me, become desperate when we were separated.  You would search far and wide, and then worship me when we became reunited.  You always held me so lovingly.  That was true love.  Ah, to feel that again.  To once more see your face light up when you saw me.  We were inseparable… back then.

Now, because of HER, he gets what he needs from HER.

She’s even told him to forget about me.  The nerve!

Still, he does seem more hale and hearty without me in his life.  I should be happy for him.

Love means sometimes you have to give in and give up the one you love.

He doesn’t sneeze, he doesn’t itch, he doesn’t rub his eyes, he doesn’t carry tissues, and he does not hold me close to him anymore.  Janet is there for him.  Janet gives him what he needs.

He doesn’t need me, I’m useless…next time I see the light, I’m going to end it all and fall out of this medicine cabinet to my death…

Author’s Note: Last memoirs of Daniel’s allergy pills.

The End