Too Busy

I’m slowly dying
Like a once beautiful houseplant
That had so much potential
You walked by, and,
Seeing my brown tips,
Dumped the rest
Of your coffee at my feet
On your way to the sink.
That was 60 days ago
I’m still thirsty
And you know you should stop
Do the right thing
But there’s still some green left
And you’re sure I’ll last another day or two.
Plants don’t scream like children
Or cling as tightly
But your heart still hurts when you lose one
Because they were in your care
And you vow not to make the same mistakes
Next time you get a plant