My toy got old, and I don't know where he's gone.

By Anaya Chambliss 28'

A toy becomes an old toy when you grow tired of it

Barbies with their heads popped off

Trucks without wheels

All but forgotten by those who adored once 

I wonder where they’ll spend all the rest of their time?

Maybe they’re waiting on a thrift shop shelf

Or, rotting in a garbage can

Perhaps they were given away, and someone else loves them now

Or maybe they just disappear

Does that Barbie hate me because I left her behind?

Does she miss me? Should I miss her?

Am I cruel, for what I’ve done? Should I pick her back up?

Could we still love each other, after all that time?

Maybe it’s for the better that toys become old toys

Maybe I can’t keep holding on

Maybe, wherever you’ve gone, I have to let you go

Toys become old toys when you can’t love them anymore

Maybe, at some point, they stopped loving you too