We always had our special moments where you were naked to me and nobody else. It was just in those moments in which we were so close that I didn’t believe anything could separate us. Maybe it was the way you held me or the way our threads were so close Then I was tossed away as if the moment meant nothing to you. Only to be picked up and used again day after day as I was just some rag. Excuse Me I’m your towel and I deserve a bit more respect don’t you think?