The tiny marks in our hands
Aren't they beautiful?
Some crossed, some uncovered,
Some, simply
Wonderful.
And I am writing this poem for those wonderful times,
When this world was you and I,
When I was 5 and you were wet,
I found you drenched under a little shed,
The little paws and the big eyes,
Licked my face
And my heart was set,
I carried you under a raincoat,
And got my boots squeaked and torn,
And regardless, my mom took you for a monster
With ugly teeth and horn.

Years passed, and i grew up
From a boy to a man,
Couldn't take care of you, too busy,
With my dreams and my plan,

And one day i came back from another country,
And saw you no more,
For, there lied only the little raincoat,
That you and i once wore.