In this white plastic wastebin
I lay thee to rest
And in doing so cast off
In wistful reflection
A quality of merit and endearance
Softly buried beneath empty pill bottles
And used tissue paper.

My quiet companion
Who spoke not unto me
Yet in the act of being separated from me
Contradicts that which
My character represents
And slips the net of physical impression.

Nostalgia and impression
For which I yearn yet concede
In order to have experienced again
Beyond feeble recollection
That which elicited my endearment
And harboured my attachment.

Nihil sub sole novum
I lay thee to rest
That I may grow you again.