Lying under the table there so still
Left unnoticed against your own will
That still furry face stares with no scorn
Yet within me a sense of guilt is born
I reach out to stroke your dusty fur
Perhaps think back to what we once were
Once happily nested on my bed
A green shoot in mouth—but now instead
You sit alone with nothing to chew
Except upon memories when I left you
Every secret I had, we’d always discuss
You’d hear my problems without a fuss
Now your scuffed ears hear no voice
Sadly forgotten without a choice
I spared you when that huge box came out
To store every plush I didn’t care about
But now, you have the worst fate of all
All alone against the cold blank wall
Once you were my greatest friend
But even greatness comes to an end.