It peeled at edges,
curled with time,
a name once clear now past its prime.
You laughed and pointed,
said not that,
but chose it once and that was that.
Loose label,
last in row,
no one's choice,
just left to show.
Once it mattered,
once it fit,
now it waits but no one picks it.
Stuck between a brighter brand,
dust collecting where we'd stand,
the glass reflects but not
too well, a memory trapped in a plastic shell.
Loose label, last in row, no one's choice,
just left to show.
Once it mattered,
once it fit,
now it waits but no one picks it.
The button lights, but not for me.
You tapped the glass,
I stayed still,
the moment paused but never filled,
a code half faded,
hard to read, still I hoped you'd feel the need.
Loose label, last in row,
no one's choice,
just left to show.
Once it mattered,
once it fit,
now it waits but no one picks it.
Past the date, still holding on.
Past the date, still holding on.