My Doll

She was once my best friend, inseparable.

I cried on her shoulder, she hugged me tight.

I was afraid of the faces that peered at me from the dark,

But she said she could see them too and everything would be alright.

Now I'm all grown up and she's in the attic in a cardboard box.

Sometimes I hear her crying, all alone up there.

I wonder if I should climb into the attic and say hello,

And ask if the demons still stare.

But I know that's silly so I sit here with a cup of coffee,

And wonder how everything turned upside-down,

How I grew up and she stayed young and afraid of night,

And how now it's my turn to wipe away her frown.