Although you may have forgotten me, put me away in a box, kept me hidden in the corner of your closet, and shoved me in a place where I collect dust, my marble eyes have seen things that no other has seen.
I was once what you turned to when nothing else could bring you comfort.
Now you have grown, turned to other ways of soothing yourself, but still, your tears linger on me.
I fondly remember the feeling of your warm fingers wrapping around me.
I have no heart, I am filled with cotton, yet I somehow feel a sense of longing to be held again.
Although I was thrown around, covered in dirt from time to time, and sometimes I was lost for days, I can still remember the sound of your cry wondering where you put me.
And maybe, just maybe, one day I will hear that cry again and be your lovey once more.
