Waiting

See the little doll
There on the shelf?
I am she, and she is me
Dust in her hair
Dust in her never blinking eyes
If she had one wish
What would that be?
Of course!
Take me down and play with me
Not just once
nor twice....
Please take me down from this shelf
And let me live my life.
I am she
She is me
And no empty head are we
Only tortured
by a very long memory.
Dark shadows take her from sight
But I am she
and she is me
And we have nothing
No tears to cry
the dust away from our eyes
Only to wait
Cold in the night......