Teddy

This was written out of necessity not pure love for poetry, so don't judge.

The worn Teddy Bear feels a lonesome teardrop fall within its heart,
He misses the warm laughter of his owner.
No one had ever cared for his soul as Benjamin had.
It was always that way, when Ben was alive and well.
The innocent Teddy Bear had always thought it would be that way,
Until the accident,
But, now he was in a box with all of Benjamin’s items,
Wasting the hours away, remembering what had been.