She will return

A short poem of an abandoned Teddy Bear's grasp on his abandonment.

Eight years ago here I was laid

 

I remember her so vivid, long flowing hairs of braid.

 

She left for a moment, just a single moment

 

Now everyday since is pure torment.

 

She did not return

 

Never for truth to be learned.

 

I could hear the sound of her cries

 

Cries of joy perhaps I cannot remember

 

She was so kind, so tender.

 

I wish everyday, beg at every tick

 

That one day I will hear the snapping of a stick

 

One day she will come back

 

One day I will return to her, sit shelved above a plague

 

But how could I know, how was I suppose to see

 

I could hear the crack and the sound of the tree

 

It couldn’t be, if this is the truth…

 

I was not there to sleuth

 

The truth is yet to be seen

 

It can only be a dream.

 

I will wait forever

 

Throughout this tiring endeavor.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Poor Teddy Bear! A wonderful poem that invokes that feeling of loss, confusion and pain, as well as the patience to wait however long it takes to find the truth... Sounds like the Teddy Bear truly knew what true love was and it was the girl who didn't. Hope is fickle how it can make someone hand on for eternity.

Nice ink.