Spanks
Cold, wet nose nudging my
chin . . .
You came home with me,
a passenger in my purse.
Quivering.
November rain and cold.
No more than two pounds
of silky fur and huge brown eyes
You became the only reason I came home.
A ball of fluffy devotion
curled beneath my chin, you declared
me
as your own.
I could not save my heart.
You were mine
in lieu of all that could have
been.
Until there were no more choices
to your benefit, and,
after all those years,
I could not hurt you that deeply.
I had to go, but
would not leave solitude as your fate,
You are still beneath my chin.
I cannot come to this place without
ripped heart.
How will I ever know when you are mine again?
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