I remember when I used to

be the favorite.

The one that brought

comfort and support.

The one she would never let go.

She took me everywhere-

school, practices, birthday parties.

I saw it all.

People enter, stay for a few floors,

Then 

            They

She has many sides

a faceted diamond

clear and shining

she drapes herself over the landscape

engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes

cold and gleaming

I hold the photos
 of memories of the forgotten.

I sit, on an old shelf

For people to admire

I sit all day and night.

No other purpose in the world.

The people smile. But not at me.