That thing

I live in cupboards dark
I am almost a thing of the past
was once used in abundance
life was good
rewarding, taken for granted perhaps
Oh damp
depressing
dark place
where I sit—
for that person to remember me
rare times
special times they are
relished thought
giddy with pleasure and want for more
remember me—
again
make me a part of your world—
again
languid pleasures of yesterday
today, technology scares me
life is fast
time is never enough,
no wonder really
I am forgotten