Forgotten

With lips sown tight and hard plastic eyes,
they breathed with memories. The memories of someone new
and had life of their own but now,
they sit,
dirty,
dusty,
forgotten.
The memories,
dull and dying.
Lost in the draft,
running through the room.

With lips sown tight and hard plastic eyes,
their existence lives,
on the edge of my mind.
always there.
Quiet and alone.
And I miss those memories,
the fun times and the sad times.
The love and the laughter
Of my fluffy, wuffy teddy bears.