Write a poem from the perspective of an object

pov: negative covid test on dining room table 

i wonder if they’ve forgotten about me

or if i’ve just been here long enough to become 

permanent fixture or maybe decoration 

kin to the dried flowers rescued from the neighbors trash

in mason jar vases, surrounded by a thin layer of dust

wonder if i will become dusk dusted

here 

in a landfill

or in the sea