Vase

What am I

A doormat for your shoes?

Cobblestone for your steps?

Am I meant for nothing more,

than a book, open pages,

assigned by your english professor

homework that’s late?

not for your perusal

not for your sweet talks.

Don’t make a promise out of glass and drop it off the edge that is this cliff that is this life that is my heart and soul and

Don’t crack your mother’s vase.