Time And Pespective

I'm looking for a metaphor
I left it in my top desk drawer
where I store all my fancier garble
under lock and key in a little box
behind a blank folder decored with
plastic color tabs

It was to remain in hiding
until the proper timing
t'was too good to squander on
lowly prose

it's been so long since
the light of day has squinted
past the lid, darkness had become
its preferred environ
like a once beautiful woman
hiding her decrepitation
under veils and seclusion

so with great trepidation
I decided today to reveal,
which at one time I considered
greatness, to the world of master
poets....

here goes

on a ragged scrap of crinkled brown grocery bag,
a single line of scribbled words...

"love is a warm puppy"

I grabbed the silver plated letter opener
from the desk top
and thrust it into my jugular
(metaphorically speaking)