How can a person be a person,
Then suddenly behave as though you
No longer exist;
No longer matter;
No longer deserve human treatment?
It feels like being ejected from the eye of a hurricane...
One that first picked you up gently, until...
The phenomena; so unprecedented,
What ever did I do to become your storm's debris?
Hurled skyward... Left discarded...
Now considered wreckage, not a relic.
No value is placed in a smashed treasure.
Noone goes out hunting for the remains of a poet who has been jettisoned by a tempest...