Broken Heart in the Stars

No. Please, no. There’s too much love in him for you to take him away. I love him so. I’ve loved him from since before I knew myself. He was there from the start of all that is good. He’s been my companion, my comfort, my ease. He sang me to sleep when no-one came. When I called, in the dark, he touched my face and told me that everything would be alright, that he would take care of me, that he would always be there for me. How could you think of taking him? My heart would break into tiny pieces and float up, to be blown with the winds, escaping to the far away stars. It’s not fair. You tell me that you’re there for me but you don’t always come when I call. He hears my smallest voice but you don’t hear me until I reach my loudest. He sees my tears and wipes them gently away but you hear my cries and put on your big voice and order me to be quiet. He loves me just as I am but you want me to be a good boy, a clever boy, a silent boy. I know that you will take him anyway. I know that I cannot keep him. I know that he is too good and that the world is not like that and so I have to learn that lesson. But can I just keep him for one more night? (and one more night?) ((and another after that?)) I will be good, mommy. Please don’t take my Teddy Booboo away!