My sunlight

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.