Hand Soap

The bar was well traveled,
A travel toiletry
Carted around for years

In a carryon case,
Emergency back-up,
Never used or unwrapped.

First day in a new place,
Everything in boxes,
It finally got used.

Now it sits by the sink
In the little bathroom
Next to better gel soaps

And lotions in dispensers,
Since it can’t be put back,
Dwindling allegory.