Damaged Goods

I used to have a shoebox
It didn’t have shoes, just a sock
Half of a pair, on it’s lonesome
A baby sock; a cute sock; a joke sock.

I used to have an envelope
It didn’t have letters, just chocolate wrappers
Without the chocolate, the empty shells
Wrappers that said ‘I love you’, stained.

I used to have a cupboard
Full of toys, now just a dusty plushie
It’s mechanical sound broken, a wonky smile
A cuddly toy; a musty toy; a strange toy.

I used to have a heart
Full of love, not hate
Half of a heart, empty shell, wonky
A baby toy; a musty sock; stained.

The End

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