Teddy Bears Poem by David Taylor

I feel like writing
about what's not there
about a mysterious stare
from someone that just isn't here
a shadow that casts about
but has no light to cause a fright
a movement that never left
the place it started before it went
a sound without a silent bed
from which it rose and fled
a place where imagination
cannot go, not even in my prose
a scent so fine it has no name
and went before it even came
a sight that never met my eyes
and therefore caused me no surprise
a cuddly toy with a name
that no one thought
would give cause to blame.