Discarded Idea

Did you love the mere idea of me, The "me" that lived in your thoughts? Did you cherish the fantasy of me being yours, A reflection to boast about, A trophy to display to others? I was your comfort, a presence on call, But now the vision of me has faded, An afterthought no longer needed, Was I ever truly desired? Now that the thrill has waned, I’m but a scribbled note discarded, An idea on a crumpled page, Thrown away with no regard.