The Tissue Box on My Desk

“Don’t look at me, I’m bored and boring”
Said the box of tissues on my table
“Was it you then that I heard snoring?”
“I wish, but you know I’m unable”

Little white box covered in coloured dots
Waiting to be used up piece by piece
And tossed away when the tissues stop
Before and after a stranger to peace

I looked at the box, wanted to console..
To say words that actually meant something
My thoughts fell in circles like a black hole
And in the end all my thoughts were nothing

But the tissue box seemed to understand
I touched it once sadly with my hand