Drift

Beneath the wrapping paper, I hid

my stuffed paws trembling,

As I was placed in the hands of a kid.

Her eyes danced, and her face shone with glee.

A match made in heaven- We were friends forever.

That’s what her first glance told me,

we were inseparable, never seen without the other.

We played together, laughed together and lived together.

Without a single bother.

She gave me a life to live and be

as she filled me with feelings galore

And soon, a piece of her soul began to reside in me.

Days turned into months, and months into a year.

I was brimming full of memories

of happiness, sorrow, joy, and fear.

I was the best friend, her other half,

Someone who wouldn’t judge her,

who would listen to her cry and laugh.

She was my comfort zone,

A Place where I‘d always feel at home,

And a person who’d never let me alone.

The days passed gleefully,

but change came along with time,

Now she wasn’t free always,

as textbooks replaced nursery rhymes.

I stayed the same, but she grew.

She was taller, A girl of seven

I lost the girl of five I knew

She had to go to school each day

while I sat for six hours

waiting for her to come back and play.

Evenings, she still told me,

The joy and grief at school

with the same old excitement and glee.

Now, for longer I was alone

as she went to classes,

I was left behind at home.

I felt emptiness spread deeper,

as I waited expectantly for evenings

when, at last, I would feel the presence of her.

But as they say, time and tide wait for none,

She slowly got wrapped up in her life.

Now I had to wait even longer for Playtime and fun

Now she was no longer a kid, but instead a teen

She couldn’t spare any time now

And only with friends could she be seen.

Further away she drifted from me,

Finally, so far away

that I felt like nobody.

Near the window, I used to lie

In case she remembered me,

I used to wait for her to come and play.

I lived by the memories we had created before

I replayed them in my mind again,

But I kept some place empty for more.

I felt empty, hollow from inside,

I had no feeling, left to hide.


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2 thoughts on “Drift

  1. This really tugged at my heart. The stuffed toy’s perspective felt so real, and the gradual shift from being a child’s constant companion to being left behind was portrayed so poignantly.

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  2. This is the most amazing stories I have heard in a long span of time.. After reading it, I immediately went to my store room, and found many such memories hidden.. Thanks for making me relive those moments again.. Keep writing, god bless..

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