On the soiled wood
I sit, with dust around me
I wanted to play
And feel something, for once
The forgotten toy upon the shelf
Where you outgrew me, and soon forgot
The little toy you once bought.
With money earned and carefully saved.
Now I sit alone
Across the pretty ones
The new ones, the smart ones
But no one wants to play with the lonely one
The fat one, the ugly one, the sad one.
Slumping, my legs stretched out, I look to the ground
While invisible tears streak down.
You made me cry and left me alone.
I thought we’d be together forever,
But kids grow up and toys grow old
Now I’m alone, with no one to play
With the leftover, forgotten toy.
Why can’t we play?
What difference is there now?
I stretch my arms, reaching for love
Yearning for what I once felt
Your soft embrace and gentle play
To runaway, where we once went.
But you turn away.
So I’ll sit alone, all by myself
And wait for someone else
To come and play.
All alone, upon my shelf.
I’ll reach out my arms once again
For someone to love,
The forgotten toy.
©Kaysha Riggs 2010