Your Hand Holding Mine

Sorry
I don't talk to you anymore
Or take you places
When I first held you
You were glued to my hands
I was yours
And you were mine.

As rough as a storm
Your wooden crust
Your curves and size
Fit like a hand holding mine.

I miss the jingle of your bell
It used to comfort me so well
Now you're covered in dust
And keeping all of our lost adventures.