Disposable
A plastic cup scraped across the playground across from my room.
I’ve been watching the rain as it fell down on the rooftop.
Watching the surface of the roof slowly disappear underneath a watery sheet.
The plastic cup strangely caught my attention.
I watched it as if it was me.
In essence I am.
This tiny cup, once full
Was left discarded to disappear into the night.
Used up and thrown away.