Not dead

 
I stole your teddy bear     
tore out its heart     
hacked its furry     
little limbs     
into dime size pieces     
laughing    
as I fed them     
to the crows     
     
There were no bones     
so I crushed  
those sad  
brown button eyes
staring up at me     
pretended they were yours
smashing splinters     
to scatter     
in the wind     
     
Now     
those weepy eyes   
follow     
everywhere I go     
and wherever I am     
there's a breather call     

at  
   three  
           am     

to remind me     
I'm alone     
   
stroking silence
from your dust