"if a child imparts a spirit into them,
some toys will retain hope,
for —at least— however long the
batteries might hold out..."
I was born on her 7th birthday in 2007, before then I knew nothing.
She held me in wanting hands and her kiss gave Me life.
My soul was born that day and
We fell in love !
I cant remember all the joy and fun we had, too much of it I guess.
She used to dress Me in all kinds of outfits that I loved.
We were One with each other, and would be
Mates for life !
One day she was very sad, she held me tight and
I held her together. Hours went by as Sisters,
Yet —somehow— we drifted apart—
She was learning tough new lessons
while I began a remedial course
I cannot imagine how I got here, usually I stayed
on her bedside. I am now boxed and buried
with Her toys of abandonment.
When did I last see her,
maybe last May ?
"just for once,
—please— take me out
and hold me,
this is the room
where toys are sent to die,
to fade from memory and existence.
There must be more to it than this dark
and lonely space. Am I more but less ???
What did I do wrong???
She gave me LIFE !!
My thoughts — going, batteries
about to leak paste now,
and i ... ...
What was I thinking there,
she Will come for me!
Just a bad day