the stuffed bunny she gave me
back when the sun was bright and the air was warm
is the only one who listens,
the only one i tell.
doesn't she know
i whisper to mr. carrots
some part of me hoping she can hear me
from where she lies in her bed 1.8 miles away
that she was the only one
who made it better?
doesn't she care?
mr. carrots does not say anything.
