silenceend

Take a deep breath and walk forward.  Does he see me?  Does he care?  I hope I look nice.  He sees me.  He's crossing the room!  I freeze.  What can I do?  My words disappear.  I'm sweating.  He's inches from my face.  I… His lips touch mine, for the briefest second. Nothing else matters.

The little boy took the rag doll off the shelf This rag doll was made just for him Every stitch, every bit of stuffing Was all just for him Made for his enjoyment This rag doll received Every kiss, every cuddle Every free moment he had to give Then one day the rag doll Spent more time on the shelf Then in the little boy's arms She waited for him to come back again He came back to that shelf less and less He left her on that floor more and more He'd step over her like she was just any toy Not one that he used to kiss and cuddle The rag doll lay crumpled on the floor Feeling unwanted, unloved, and forgotten She still waits for