On the sidewalk
Of the quiet town at midnight
Lay a doll
Made of porcelain
Cracked and tattered
Small and insignificant
Forgotten
Like me
Sprawled on its back
Limbs each which way
Arm on torso
A crack on her cheek
Dropped
And never picked back up
Just like me
I bend over
Onto my knees
And I pick up the doll
Delicate
Fragile
Forgotten
Just like me