Pray to a button

I touch my lips
And pray to a button.
On the shirt
Of a sleeve
On the floor.
I think to myself
What am i doing wrong
Looking up at a blackened skylight.
And dried up flowers.
Is this patent of sadness
Really all it's made out to be
And am I silly?
Am I unkind?
Am I the fortuitous legend
That always falls behind.
Embarrassed,
Morbid,
And lacking a memory
If when I connected.
I can't go back.
It's all different now
And I don't know where left
Turned right.
But it did.
I'm left without feeling value
I feel like I possess nothing.
But I am not unlike so many others
Who fall to the side
An empty vase,
A flag, a tea cup with a seed.
Then I remember who I am.
And then I know.