Here I am.

Here I am.
The book you have yet to open, because I have a simple cover.
I'm the picture you never completed, you lost interest.
I'm the voice you silence, because you know I'm right.
The shirt you no longer wear, for I've gone outta style.
I'm the thought you push away, because I make you remember.
I'm that seed, the one you planted, took care of,
nurtured and loved.
The same one you couldn't wait to sprout, to see the beauty.
To find what I had to offer, what value I had.
Now, after I show you myself, come out of my shell.
Give you what I've given no one else.
But you let me wither, die in your presence.
Why'd you leave me? Leave me to fall apart?
You took what I was for granted, abandoning me in my tracks.
So, here I am. Here I stay, awaiting your return.
Trying to convince myself you will.