Hello, I am over here!
Quiet and patiently waiting to be used; on the right corner I sit.
Legs dangling from the ledge; a little rock to match their steady rhythm.
You pass by me, I brighten and smile. The anticipation warming me from the inside out.
You glance; you pass.
My eyes fall, my vision narrows and darkens. A tunnel, my vision is; a train on autopilot.
I pause and kick my legs again it's steady rhythm leading me on through the darkness of that little corner.
You round the corner, I tense and set still; waiting. You pause in front of me, I turn to look at you.
My world brightens, I feel a smile pull my lips up. I cannot help it you are my sun.
You reach for my controls; finger brushing ever so gently against my knob, and passing to the cup on the counter next to me where you had left if a while ago.
You must be thirsty..I would love to help you, bring you joy.
But I am the Backburner.
You turn to leave again. My vision darkens, blurred by unshed tears I refuse to acknowledge.
Back to my steady rhythm...not so steady anymore. A litte broken and out of synch.
My mind wonders..no wonder they don't want me..my rhythm is broken.
My shoulders slump. Like the flower on the windowseal above me; a single pale yellow daisy.
Wilting without water.
I pull my legs up to my chest..why keep a rhythm with no one else to hear it.
Silence broken by sniffles.
Muffled by my legs of broken rhythm.
Because I am the backburner.
Useful only when all the other burners are filled...
-Pandaish
