There he sat in the corner, gathering dust. He used to be a part of my everyday life, but now he only sits there, watching bits of the life I have now. I wonder what he has seen over the years, be it beautiful moments or tragic events. Perhaps he has grown just as I have after all this time.
The days when I notice him send a wave of regret. His big black eyes beckon me back to his soft embrace. They call me back to simpler days when he was my only friend, my only care in the world. I long for those days, but I cannot go back. That time seems so long ago. His shining eyes seem to ask "Why did you leave here alone?"
The dusk still falls onto his faded fur. In the rays of sun reaching through my windows I can see how it clings to him, coating him in a thin layer of invisible pieces of the world. He is falling ever farther into the past. It is long past time that I am rid of him. Still, I cannot seem to let him go.
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