Empty Circle

I was a table
But now I'm a rug
It's raining outside
Your shoes are covered in mud

I was a Christmas tree
But now it's past Christmas Day
I got tossed out
With the crumpled gift wrap you throw away

It was fun while it lasted
Now I'm left here feeling slanted

Walking in footsteps
Don't seem to be mine
A snowy path of prints
Through a forest of pine

Off in the distance
There's a vanity light
It shines through the window
Of my home at night

Wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday
Chill of snow numbs my pain

As a crooked line
Becomes an empty circle
I was opine
But now I'm nonverbal

I am a footnote
To your storied life
I'm all alone
You're someone else's wife

A tiny table
Place setting for one
The holiday supper
Has already begun

As a child lost in the woods at night
Searching for a pathway towards the light

As this crooked line
Became an empty circle
I was opine
But now I'm nonverbal