I started looking at a concrete roof.
A box, a plane, a trip I made
A birthday party, the day I met her.
She was two, I couldnt speak but she loved me anyway.
Stuffing was my center and I watched her grow.
From two to five to ten did she mature.
One day she left and a hug did I not recieve.
But a box to sit in, and left with my memories.
I woke in a little corner shop.
My ear fraying, my chest loose.
An age I sat, watching other little children pass.
Unable to talk, watching, filled with nostolgia.
A decade or two I sat
Sometimes here and sometimes there
The girl was no longer that, but I still remember.
Her smile, her mirth.
I was bought today!
A woman was she now
A gift for puppy, my innards revealed
Though she didnt recognise me
I was back again in her life.