Brought on a whim,
Your excitement
When you took me home
Melted my plastic heart
Reforged in the whorls
Of your thumbprint
But you bored so easily
Lost the urge
Too tired to play with me anymore
I never pretended I was a custom made
Collectable
But there is no mould for me
Meagre special features
But tougher and simpler to
Assemble than any other toys
You played with
Under the bed
Gathering dust
My eyes are used to the dark
And my cheap
Fervent wish is you recall
What fun we had
Reach past the dust
Play with me
Again.
MB Blissett 