Oh you keepers of false hope
generator of quixotic tasks
you have laid too long in state.
In your boxes and baskets
you have mocked us
offering up expectations
of reunions that will never be.
It is time for you to pass on
to the rag bags and trash cans
to the waste bins and into dog toys.
You will taunt us with possibilities
of happy reunions no more.
Your brethren are gone, but verily,
they shall return. . .the moment you depart.