When I found you in the attic you were threadbare.
On closer inspection it seemed you'd shrunk.
But the smile on your face remained as I remembered it -
like an old soldier's moustache.
Your breath smelled of dust and years of neglect
and one of your poor eyes had drooped.
Oh how I wanted to hug you,
to resume our exclusive closeness
that once soothed me in the dead of night
when vile nightmares tried to claim me
and left me feeling so alone and scared...
but I was afraid of what I'd feel.
Then I probed the archives of your heart
and there discovered a little blonde girl
lovingly cuddling her teddy bear, her Soul-Mate.
Suddenly, my world turned upside down
as, engulfed in aching nostalgia,
I clutched you close to my heart.