Teddy Bear

Years ago,
my dad was here.
He’d hold me close
and fight away my fears.
When he left,
he gave me a teddy bear.
Eventually,
I stopped thinking
that he’d come back for me.
I wanted him,
but I only had this toy.
I felt hollow
and more alone than ever.
Yet when things get rough,
I still hold that teddy bear,
hug him close,
and imagine that it’s my dad
watching over me.

Prompt: Teddy Bear

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