I glance over at the empty shelf
And remember your sparkling red self.
So sleek and shiny despite your rippled surface.
Round and bold you sat over there
But now in a box, condemned to darkness,
For books and PDFs occupy my time
Pursuits with no real tangible gain.
I feel like nothing I read lingers in my mind–
Nothing I can hope to decipher at a later time.
No trophy to look at and say,
“I did it! That made my day.”