Ted Poem by Nick Welch

He's old now, forgotten.
A distant memory in an age that doesn't care.
He sees the world through one glass eye
That hangs too loosely by a single thread.

His fur's worn thin; his stitches frayed.
But once he kept her secrets,
shared her laughter,
dried her tears.
A silent confidante exchanging unseen smiles.
He was her one true friend.

Tonight, he shares the silence all alone,
And dreams the laughter of a little girl
That echos through the years.
He knows he'll see her once again
The girl he knew,
The girl who hides inside the woman now.