the forgotten fairy

stuck under a spyglass
tangible gravity is trapped
on a table in the corner of a long ago abandon room
among your scattered collection of things
I struggle to find escape
you dither, and dont come back to free me
too busy in your mirrored rooms
I leave a tiny footprint for you
pushed against the little orb of glass
although useless when turned around
perhaps only an annoying blur when directed towards the light
but as I take in my last breath
I hope that it will someday remind you
that I was here...
an infinitesimal souvenir of what has been forever lost