Half of you left,
Who left you here?
Your grease soaked cheese
And dried up sauce,
The bite marks on your ends
Blend into the rocky concrete,
Everyone avoids you,
Careful not to step,
They don’t avoid you out of love,
No,
They’re selfish,
But I,
I want to see you thrive,
And I wait for someone to take you home,
Untouched,
Perfect.