When I first fell in love with you
I wrote everything down.
Every word you said, everything we did.
Every place you took or touched me.
I knew that when I lost interest in recording
It would be because I was losing interest in you.
But here four years later,
you have me entertained.
And you gave me a puppy for my birthday.
A little mix breed that I named after your sister.
I convinced myself that when the dog ran away
you would be on her heels leaving me.
But that pup has been gone for three years,
and here you are with me.
And you gave me four red rubber bands
from the produce section of your part time job
to the daily wear on my wrist.
I knew that when they snapped
our love would wither with them.
But the last one died two years ago,
and you just brought home new ones.
And I used to write your name
on the rubber sole of my shoes.
I told myself that as it faded
your interest in me would follow suit.
But last year the rain finally got the best of it,
and now we kind of live together.
So I found a kitten in a trashcan
a flea invested bag of bones.
This was the one
I felt certain.
I would love him and try to heal him
but he would die,
and then you'd be gone too.
But the **** cat he got better
he got big, he got strong, and he loves me.
And looking at him today I think maybe I was right.
He is the perfect metaphor for me and you.