Long back
She left
The
healing hand of time
Painted
my broken heart
Twice,
since
I
was learning to sleep
Again
Then
One
midnight
She
called me
Initial
hellos couldn't stop silence
To
hang in the wires
For few moments
Like
an old pendulum clock
About
to strike the hour
She
broke the pause
And
said,
“I don’t like the idea…”
Her
voice almost choking
“What idea?”
I
replied irritatingly
“I don’t like the idea
Of you sleeping near that doll
Besides your bed.”
SILENCE.
“Go back to sleep
Or I’ll replace the doll with
someone real.”
“No you won’t…”
“Good night…”
SILENCE.
The
pain in her voice
Echoed
long into the night
I
drifted off to sleep
With
difficulty
Next
morning
When
I woke up
Struggling
to squeeze
My
last dream
Out
of my eyes
The
doll besides my bed
Was
gone
SILENCE.
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