Why It Lies There

by Jordyn Coats

Black flow spreads
across the tenuous cardboard
recycling sparks
of fuzzy, black and white granules;
this is why it lies there.
I will forget the script -
the cinematography of her words.
I will lose the wrinkle on her brow
and the gloss in her eyes
will change colors on me.
You wish to toss it into another pile,
but I refuse to let go,
and so this is why it lies there.