There lay a button on the floor.
I walked right past it and
out the door.

It was an unimportant thing.
Thoughtless of the meaning
it could bring.

Upon return the button was gone.
Why hadn't I picked it up and
put it on?

My now precious button was taken.
Was it me or the button that
was forsaken?

Screaming Banshee

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