When We Fall It Used To Be Scrapped Knee's And A Hug

She held her teddy by the ear, it was loosing its left eyes and had a tatty patch across his arm, he was old and becoming worthless to the girl. She was ten and growing up, he wasnt needed no more. She chucked him carelessly like rags to the corner of her room, his leg riped at the seam and his eye rolled gracefully under the cupboard.

His fur got dusty with the years spent crawling in spiders webs and left for dead, even in her dreams he still had the stiched on smile which in total meant nothing to her. She travelled the world with her family, not looking back to see the possession she once held so dearly. He got her through her first boyfriend, the break ups and tears, her scrapted knees when she went flying to her dad as he pulled up the drive. Her shoelace was alwasy untied but she still got up clutching the teddy in her hands and ran like as fast as her legs could take her. They could both feel the wind in by their ears, it whistled a high tune.

She still wouldnt forget the one time he sat there and his eyes shined in her darkened room, black to black they still stood out and gave her a lick of hope. He wiped her tears with the smile that never frowned and his paws of felt kissed her cheek at night. Thats when she needed him.

Now, she clings to her teddy, tears falling from her eyes and whispers of names floating around her head. He looks at her, one eyes missing and his smile failing with his legs missing stuffing, he lands on her feet wet and tatty.

Why cant we just live like the young and when we get scraped knees we get picked up again and hugged.