I find myself crying over my sun.
My darling.
My best friend.
I struggle to understand why we were forced away.
It was the storm of an unapproving parent.
The worst kind of storm.
And so I hold this stuffed bear I got before the storm hit.
He’s now my only friend.
My friend who soaks up these tears of mine.
A matching stuffed bear is with my beloved.
Oh how I wish we could be with each other again without it being seen as taboo.
And our stuffed animals could be together again.
Just like us.