Thursday, 2 August 2012

On Things

My My Little Pony

When I was young
I had a blue My Little Pony
I really wanted a pink one
but I loved her anyway

When I was young
I had a rag doll called Jemima
I loved her like a sister
took her everywhere

When I was young
I didn't have any friends
But it didn't really matter
I had my things

When I was older
I moved out of home
and left my beloved things
In a box under the bed

The box was shifted
forgotten
ignored
tripped over
dragged out
ignited
ashes
gone.

Now I am older
I have some friends, but not many
but I try not to fill the gaps
with my things.