A dust collector

Forever motionless and voiceless,
yet its smile gleams a thousand words.
A soft comfort, a silent companion,
cherished eternally, a key to childhood.
A lie.

The girl’s emotions overflowed,
All the ocean’s water in a cup.
She clutched her guardian of winter,
As warmth bubbled in her tiny heart.

With time, her heat of affection died,
Becoming a reminiscent echo of her childhood.
Another dust collector,
contemplating emptiness,
And the things that used to fill it.

Neglected and insignificant,
abandoned by its only friend.
Concealed in a dusty chest,
Full of long lost memories,
the key gone forever.