Rag Doll

There is a rag doll...
Smiling at me with empty eyes.
Telling me that they are you,
But that can’t be right.

Your smile cracks your face in half,
It’s not a thin line drawn on.
And who replaced your eyes…
With glass orbs?

If that doll is really you…
What happened to your laugh?
It was loud and echoed.
This “haha” is only a ghost.

These hugs have no warmth.
Those words no meaning.
What kind of sick joke is this?
Who decided to take this doll of the shelf…

And pretend it’s really you?