Under the bed

In Chelsea’s room
Under the bed sits
Nothing there but dust bunnies
And forgotten things
Forgotten,like under the bed
He lets the loneliness consume him completely
All completely,alone
He looks around the room,to see if he’ll ever be more
than just
under
the bed
The old shoes,his only friends
Empty,so completely alone
Hopes,and wonders if Chelsea will ever come home
He remember when she would hide under the bed
From her parents and their fights
And the language that is as colorful as a rainbow
He hasn’t heard those fights in a long time
He hasn’t heard anything in a long time
He wonders
Will he ever be anything more than just under the bed?