The Forgotten

I am lost waiting to be found.
My name is plastered on milk cartons,
Waiting to be recognized.
The world is looking for me.
It's only been six months and I am still waiting.
The search parties have ended.
The headlines have dulled.
Slowly, my name has disappeared from the public eye.
A new story has attracted more interest.
New headlines border the highways.
The new iPhone has overshadowed my name.
Every day more people forget about me.
Every day fewer people look for me.
I still remember how times used to be.
How I jumped rope on the front porch,
Blanketed the driveway with colorful doodles,
And flooded the grass as I would splash around in the kiddie pool.
But now my yard sits alone and empty,
Waiting for my return home.
I am lost waiting to be found.
I thought I had a chance.
But as time drifted away,
My chances became slim.
My name used to be known,
But now if I had a name at all
It would be the Forgotten.

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