The Frumpy Slipper

A fool I have become through the eyes of others 
observing how I am easily replaced. 
You can deny and believe it the truth, 
but they can see what you do not. 
 
Like an old tattered slipper, I have been tossed aside; 
with no concern of the hurt inflicted. 
Preferred at one time, but now collecting dust; 
you acquired another with cushion aplenty. 
 
Quiet footsteps getting louder 
"he is coming for me; he did not forget." 
The blow of disappointment hitting hard 
as I feel the breeze of his passing hand. 
 
Years of adjustments for the accurate fit 
"did he not see how we conformed as one?" 
Every bump and every curve 
I cushioned his walk with every step. 
 
Unwanted and worthless in your eyes 
I was carelessly thrown out into the garbage, 
sinking deeper as the heaviness grows 
a sudden tug pulling me from the heap. 
 
Ragged and frayed upon the surface 
what is seen underneath is greatly appreciated. 
What you threw away was obtained by another; 
the warmth still delivered on a frosty night.