if I was a slice of pie

By Charlie Z

If I was a slice of pie I’d be just that

a slice You had my brothers and sisters at a family dinner But left me without thinking twice Now I’m in the back of the fridge Lonely, sad, and cold

Waiting for you to pick me Or throw me out due to mold And though I’m not in real life A piece of leftover pie The feelings are there regardless And I still wait for you to decide