I Am The Teddy Bear

January 11, 2012
There is dust on my nose
And buttons that are my eyes
Are coming unthreaded.
She forgot me,
And I am lonely,
Shoved in a taped-up box
In the back of a closet,
Next to Sally the doll
Who sings.
I remember her,
Blonde ringlets bouncing
As she ran, she and I, arm in arm.
I watched,
As the years went by,
And she grew…
And my spot on her shelf
Slid further and further away.
Now I’m here,
Dust scathing the fur on my paws.
Track mark tears
Burn my cheeks, and I’m trying not to cry.
I’m lost,
I am the teddy bear.

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