Empty Circle

I was a table But now I'm a rug It's raining outside Your shoes are covered in mud I was a Christmas tree But now it's past Christmas Day I got tossed out With the crumpled gift wrap you throw away It was fun while it lasted Now I'm left here feeling slanted Walking in footsteps Don't seem to be mine A snowy path of prints Through a forest of pine Off in the distance There's a vanity light It shines through the window Of my home at night Wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday Chill of snow numbs my pain As a crooked line Becomes an empty circle I was opine But now I'm nonverbal I am a footnote To your storied life I'm all alone You're someone else's wife A tiny table Place setting for one The holiday supper Has already begun As a child lost in the woods at night Searching for a pathway towards the light As this crooked line Became an empty circle I was opine But now I'm nonverbal