He's old now, forgotten.
A distant memory in an age that doesn't care.
He sees the world through one glass eye
That hangs too loosely by a single thread.
His fur's worn thin; his stitches frayed.
But once he kept her secrets,
shared her laughter,
dried her tears.
A silent confidante exchanging unseen smiles.
He was her one true friend.
Tonight, he shares the silence all alone,
And dreams the laughter of a little girl
That echos through the years.
He knows he'll see her once again
The girl he knew,
The girl who hides inside the woman now.
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