My Doll

I’m in love. And this time I know it’s right.

It’s not a foolish dream dashed by daylight.  

Neither a mirage nor a chimera.

Peace on your porcelain face, you seem kind,

Your brow unfurrowed and your face unlined.

Perfection personified, that is you.

You wait on Hill Road behind glass doors,

I commune with you after the day’s chores.

I tell you my joys, sorrows and failings.

People give me queer looks as they pass by.

But I can shout from rooftops, I’m not shy.

Everything I want is what I see in you.  

Misery, hopelessness and betrayal

Illusions, heart break – I have had ample.

Now I am so lucky to have you.

Jostled one day, you fall down - suddenly.

The glass cracks and splinters, what’s this I see?

It’s your head rolling on the marble floor!

I run into the shop, but they are on me.

Hitting me, wrenching your body from me.

Why can’t I love you? I say. But they’re mad.