Comfortable Silence

I feel like a wind-up
Brittney doll around most.
Someone to entertain at
Their beck and call.
Just pull the string and
Off I go, hours of laughs.
When they're done down they
Drop me into that dark corner
Of the Nursery
They with something
Better to do and I
Left to gather dust
Until someone needs a
Pick-me-up
I feel so fake but,
For the most part,
I know I'm not.

I am Craving that
Silence.
Not that achingly out of
Place silence but that
Silence full of understanding.
That comfortable silence.

Sitting next to each other
Without a word
Exchanging smiles

Kicking our feet
Completely at ease

Listening to music on
Our way home

Sitting on your front
Lawn eating grapes

The silent moments, the
Quiet moments, and the
Few times I actually
Express myself
Keep me sane.
Those little moments with
My best friends
Keep me real.
Let me know I am
Valued by at least a
Few for more than
Their own entertainment.