Side Dish

I feel like a side dish
Never enough
To satisfy anyone…

I feel like a side dish
Given only momentary importance
Until the main course arrives…
Meant only to kill the time
To help you wait
For what is later to come…

I feel like a side dish
So insignificant…
Left there… unfinished…
Abandoned on the far side of the table…
Not even worth being taken away in a doggie bag…
Waiting for you to realize…
That the main course isn’t that good…
That it is just a name written in capital letters…
Waiting for you to realize…
That it is I that directly comes to your side…
As that main course is getting ready…
Waiting for you to realize…
That I’m what makes it all better…
That that name written in fine print
Is worth your attention…

But in reality…
Just like most people that cross this life’s path
You allow the fancy letters to delude you…and you become blinded, captivated,
No, no, to an even higher extent, imprisoned…
And I? Oh, I am left there,
Like always,
Unfinished…
Incomplete…
On the lonely corner of the table,
Looking at the tauntingly empty dish
In which the main course was served…
And realizing…
Once again…
That in this extremely superficial existence,
I shall always remain the mere side dish…
Never enough…
To satisfy anyone!!!