Leftover?..

I barely remember when I stopped expecting things. But I remember it wasn't sudden, but it was through the pauses and the unnoticed empty spaces. Somewhere in between, I became what remained. Maybe leftover?

Yeah, the leftover you might not know about. You probably might know. But I've better explanation. Leftover is not what is rejected, but it is what remains after the hunger is gone. Still warm, still clean but not reached for the first. Leftover exists in quiet rooms, where the discussion already has ended, when the urgency fades and efforts now feels unnecessary.

Leftover is kept not because it's precious, but because it might be needed later!! Later when the convenience demands. Leftover isn't ignored, but observed and passed over. Have you ever noticed leftover and ever wondered why leftover are kept in the corner. It is because it isn't to be hidden but it isn't worth displaying too. Leftover knows waiting isn't patience, it is condition, yet waits and waits and waits!!.

Do you ever think leftover hopes? You're right if you don't think so. Hope is a luxury never granted to the leftover. It is present but never the whole. It never burns but freezes. You might think leftover decays without someone noticing it for a time, but leftover never decays! - decaying attracts the attention.

Leftover isn't wanted, but is tolerated. I still have a lot to write, but leftover don't deserve this much. I will continue whenever I feel, for now, let this be a leftover....

Goodbye!