Old Friend

Long lost teddy bear spotted

In frosted shop windowsill.

Black button eye gone,

Lost to rats who scurry

In mournful alleyways.

Familiarity known

By the initialed ear.

But still with a radiant smile.

A stitched demeanor, adoring.

Sold promptly for mere cents

Yet worth more than the world.

It’s time to go on home.

It’s time to tell stories.