Shelved.

You sit on a shelf,
At the back of my mind.
In a secret place,
Where I can take you out,
Now and then,
And peruse you at my leisure.
I've tried to make it cosy,
With a blanket, a squishy, soft pillow,
For your head, and
Of course, snippets
Of everyday life,
To sustain you,
In my prison.
On your small, secure shelf
You're safe
From others,
Who would chase you away,
For stealing me.
So, I'm sorry,
I know how you hate it, up there,
Locked in,
Blocked out, from my life,
But this way, my friend,
I keep you forever.