Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion

'it'

What must he feel.

Watching lost property roam him by.

Its sweet smile directed no longer his way.

Its latching on to a new something.

A something he wishes he was.

Its baggage already unpacked and neatly folded.

While his is still a mess left to clean up on another day.

He could look better.

It could look worse.

Seems like it was never his possession.

Seems like it is still his owner.

Connected by an invisible leash.

Keeping him from moving on.

His thoughts of it consume him to the point of delusion

To the point of possessiveness.

To the point of obsessiveness.

He becomes unhealthy.

His mind is dazed.

While its mind is clear as flames burning unwanted thoughts as they unravel.

He must feel no longer needed.

Unwanted.

Consumed with nothing left for himself let alone someone else.