I am the dolly left in the attic, covered in dust.
My cloth skin is bleached and discolored from the cruel sunlight that stole my love.
I envy the tearful eye for my eyes cannot rain my pain away.
Time is my captor. Time is what drove my love away to grown up ways forgotten as childish.
No more will I dance with wild abandon in innocence and freedom of worry.
I long for a voice to scream out for just one more glance, just one more loving look.
I pray for death so that my lidless, dry eyes will no longer see the absence.
My prayers will not be answered, so I will watch the spiders live, make homes, and die as the years crawl by.