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.