You’re sitting there – connected to your game,
ignorant of my presence in your room.
I am unimportant and dead to you.
You only notice her. I am like her.
Although, she does have flushed cherry red cheeks,
And like a goddess, she is not born of this earth;
I only have white dull sublunary skin.
Frozen like this, I am still and distant.
Each time you stare at me, you long for her.
You always put me back where I belong,
deep inside the crevice of your pocket.
I am safe there. Hidden, I am close to you.
I know each time you pull me out to stare,
I bring you happiness when she’s not there.
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