everyone has a favorite.
a favorite teacher,
a favorite friend,
a favorite cousin,
a favorite person.
everyone has a favorite feeling,
a favorite kind of happy,
or sad,
or proud,
or even sometimes anger.
everyone has a favorite stuffed animal,
a favorite bear,
or a bunny,
or a panda,
or a dragon,
gifted by your sibling.
everyone has a favorite activity,
a favorite sport,
or just building legos,
or watching movies,
or listening to music,
or all of those combined into one.
but i bet not everyone has thought about if they are,
a person’s favorite someone,
a feeling’s favorite person to make feel,
a stuffed animal’s favorite owner,
or an activity’s favorite someone to do it.
i bet not everyone has thought about if,
they deserve their favorite person’s favoritism,
their favorite feeling to be felt,
their favorite stuffed animal to be their’s,
their favorite activity to be done by them.
i bet not everyone has thought about their impact,
on another person,
who that person has become because of the others,
why that person has turned into who they are,
and the reason for everything to become what it has.
i bet not everyone has embraced in their arms,
the person who’s favorite they are,
the feeling who’s favorite they are to appear within,
their stuffed animal who’s favorite person to be held by,
is them,
the activity who’s favorite to be done by,
is them,
and said,
“thank you,
for letting me be your favorite”
because that’s not what people do.
they sit there and pretend,
like they appreciate everything,
but don’t realize what it meant,
until that person is gone,
that feeling has turned them numb,
that stuffed animal is sold by their mother,
and their activity has stopped bringing them,
the comfort it used to.
the human kind,
has continued to take for granted,
the things that they now see as ‘standard’,
and they haven’t evolved,
to the ‘thank yous’,
and the ‘i appreciate you’s,
and for some reason,
that’s okay,
and it shall forever be,
because no one,
absolutely no one,
is going to change it,
but one day,
someone will find,
something else to be,
eternally appreciative of,
and that day,
will be,
someone’s new,
yet continued,
beginning,
and someone else’s end.