Lost and Found

sitting here among the others--
The Forgottens.
that's what they call us,
those lucky Takens.
rubbing it in our faces
that someone came along
and snatched them from the rabble
that was strewn along the ground
from The Possessors who came through
played a while
and walked away bored
leaving us to be blown about by the wind
until some well-meaning soul
gathered us up and piled us on this shelf
to sit and wait
and watch The Possessors walk by us.
occasionally they stop
examine the collection
choose one.
I've been here years
on this same shelf
I've been picked up
turned around
and rejected time and time again.
I've watched the others become Takens,
cherished and treasured and unfathomably loved
while I wait here
hoping for just one
to be my escape
from this
dreary
lonely
Lost and Found.