Missed?

Chances are I am missed, but missed; a play of words that confuse.

I am “missed” that which, some other thinks about me and my essence, feels a connection, or lack thereof.

However I am “but missed”, is surely a cast aside; thrown away toy that has been thoroughly used but with an attached memory and youth.

That leaves me with no control what so ever, maybe except that I am still here.

“What you save is what you lose out in the end”