Theory of Loss
By Chip Marks

I realize I am not very interesting anymore.
But why would you leave me this way?
Because I sit and stare at the TV while it is off?
Is that any reason for you to forsake me?
My canvas' are white, is that not enough?
I keep buying paint and paper, art supplies I so desperately need.
For I am an artist am I not?
You said so.
You said I was so talented, amazing was one of your words... and now?
Now you move on to others.
Ones that pale to my brilliance.
Past brilliance...
Now I watch and wait.
Wait for you to come and see me.
To see my wonderful creations... but you must look closer.
Deeper into this extraordinary crack that I have fallen into.
In here I have built these shining glass menageries filled with your favorite things.
The things I know you love so you will come and see.
See that I am just tosh... useless now