Memory Bear

Memory Bear
The bear sits on top of the shelf,
By it’s self
Every time I see it,
The memories it brings to me.

I take the bear down,
Down from the dusty shelf,
Feeling how soft it is,
Its soft texture,
Was as soft as an imaginary cloud.

Now I’m hallucinated,
Thinking about the past,
The bear tells the story of the past with itself,
With its messy graffiti,
All over the bear

I stare at the bear,
Looking at his marble eyes,
Were like a never ending spiral of darkness,
And as I put the bear back onto the shelf.