Oreo

What will be of me

when you are gone?

I stroke your slender form

as you rest, curled upon my bed,

by my side.

For 17 years you have been my hero

My counselor

My friend.

From my seven year old smiles,

to my ten year old songs,

my teen age tears,

and rebuilt self,

you have remained.

Now, I’m 25,

you still look for me.

You stay all day, all night, with me.

I am your favorite thing, and you are mine, and will be forever.

You are my Oreo