Below the Surface

Pink decapitated paper bears

don’t remind me of you at all.

I’d rather remember you like you were,

a small porcelain doll.

The finger chipped from too much play

but still that perfect smile.

And clothes reminiscent

of your nonexistent style.

That’s my little porcelain doll

that I’ve kept for many years

and now do part with, because of my age

along with an ocean of tears.

- Alexia