Poetry

Teddy

You don’t know me
The real me you will never see
Too busy doing nothing, yet again you flee
You’ve never even stopped for tea

You give me a tenner to make amends
My love has never been one to bend
Once again our journey meets a premature end
It’s okay, I’d rather be with friends

Birthdays have come and gone
The cards are yet again not drawn
Something I will never act on
Your absence only makes me yawn

One more year will be no different
We will only be more distant
Now that I’m no longer infant
I would drop you in an instant

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