You left these behind.
Saving them for a rainy day that never came.
(because rain is afraid to fall in an exact three-foot radius around you)
(although I know, and you know, that it rains inside you, all the time)
I found them.
Pitied them in their seldom-used beauty.
(If you were to look hard, I know you’d find sad objects around me, too)
(but you know, and I know, that you’ve never been very good at looking)
The wrapper proclaims “Shanghai.”
And I couldn’t agree more.