Stuffed Animals from the Old House

William doesn’t talk to us anymore.

He left us in the closet when he moved out of the house.

Time tears at our gentle fabric skin.
 

William won’t let us go in his head.

He doesn’t understand that we were happy to be donated

To other children who need us.
 

To William, we are not toys,

We are real people that he let go.

We are more weight,
 

More stepping stones

On the trail of abandonment that he is building.

Posted in response to the challenge Forgotten.

wph

VT

16 years old

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