Trapped.

Years have passed.

You have died.

And yet here I am...

I'm still there.

In the living room,

with the french doors.

In the house,

Decorated with holes.

I'm across the road,

From the family,

that never gave a damn.

Maybe if I could have

Shrunk myself down,

Small enough to fit

In one of your bottles..

Maybe then you would have noticed me.