Zacky and Me

With his once black and white stripes now shades of grey
And his once soft fur now old and scruffy.
With his tiny, black eyes as dark as night
But as warm as a beautiful smile in a sea of grim faces.
Now part of who he is and who he once was.

I remember talking to him,
And not getting discouraged when my brother told me, he wasn't real.
I remember sleeping together,
Hiding under the blankets when we were scared of the dark.
Now, all memories of the past.

These days I still talk to him,
But we are both older and I don't tend to as much.
These days I go to school and play sport afterwards,
We don't play as much as we used to.
Now is the time to change things like that.

Possibly when I get older,
We might drift apart even further.
Possibly when I am older,
I might forget what we once had.
Now it is time to see…