One True Valentine
He: his best friend died years ago,
his heart attacked him in
April,
left him for dead,
but he’d fought his way back with
time and
an expert cardiologist.
She: used to feel cold, semi-homeless,
needy
nervous
always craved a man’s
approval,
attention
she never got.
But he scratched her back just so,
and sometimes
her belly,
and brought her dinner, and treats
and toys (she never lacks for them now).
Once even some bling: a red
heart, a blinking one,
to wear around her neck.
Together they walk long walks
around the block or
down the beach.
They sniff the salt air and wade through
sand and chase the
sea-gulls, or
Crunch their way through dry leaves
and earthy woods.
Now they sleep together, side-by-side,
her brown head nestled along his arm,
she gazes up at him with liquid yellow eyes.
They keep each other warm. She sighs contentedly, her look is adoration, such
total love, something only a dog can give.
She’s his one true Valentine.
And he’s her Boyfriend,
the One
she’ll never forget.
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