Soft caresses on my forearm
bring me to my knees
Soft purrs, gentle whispers
My heart beats loud but steady
to the beat
of my own drummer
That’s why I lost him,
cut him off, out of my life
First I, now you
Bleeding inwardly
First you, now I
Took centuries to realize
that such pets are hard to find
None so devoted
as puppies in love
With soft caresses, stroking their
shiny fur
Forever lost in a moment
that won’t ever return
In my own whimsical way
I strayed from the path
I was supposed to take
Everyone wanted me to, expected me to take
But I didn’t want to
Only to end up in the outskirts
of a wintery land
Reminiscent of the nightmares
I used to have before this independent
puppy became a pet
An accessory; pretty but devoid
of truth and beauty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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