Worn out
and limp.
Its smile
unwavering on its face.
Its eyes warm
and ever loving.
But it's broken.
Almost falling.
The poor stuffed blue whale in her hands.
The waves are licking
her feet seductively.
Urging her to come
with them.
The wind blows and
kisses her ear.
And the fabric of her dress
hugs and
holds her close.
The world is changing
as dusk arrives.
Her heart aches for the toy
who believes it has a life.
And tears flow
at this very moment
as she knows
the truth.
She faces the sea
boundless before her.
It came from
the sandbox they used to play in.
It knows nothing of water.
It's all a lie.
And the pleasure she feels—
the world has taken her
to greater heights.
While it remains unseeing
through its scratched
plastic eyes.
It watches her in her sleep.
Yet unknowing as she sins.
The sea reaches her waist now.
A silhouette of a whale
surfaced in the horizon
backlit by the setting sun.
Insignificant
is the doll in her hand.
Plastic tea cups.
Hand holding hand.
A dance on their way home.
They thought it was love.
Darling,
it's time we say goodbye.
