limped into my life when they no longer wanted her in theirs,
those secrets will stay locked behind her eyes forever.
My dog...
covers my hand with fishy kisses from her snake-like tongue
at which I smile and try very hard to seem grateful.
My dog's...
eyes are clouding blue but her gaze cuts straight to my heart,
she lives in a world that is silent,
I wonder if my dog ever thinks about the time before we met
and if she had the choice, would she choose them or me.
whatever, whoever came before,
ReplyDeleteknow she is more than grateful
it was you,
opened the door.