Orange Cup

Handed to me By shaking hands Hands that touched many A cup that had been used by many An old cup Filled to brim On a warm April Day Running outside Like it was nothing But how was I suppose to know By the next summer Those hands would be gone No hand to hold onto But if I could say one thing I would ask Was it because you were lonely I was gone to long She was gone to long Almost one year alone No longer being able to take being alone He left He left us He left me He left that little orange cup That orange cup was sold With its rainbow friends And that cup would never touch my hands again The last memory Sold for nothing My favorite member Given away, like it was nothing