She reaches out
You pull back
With open arms
You curl into a ball
She tries to embrace
You roll over her back
She stands still
Waiting to weep

Your the new puppy dog that wants to be loved
She's the old footstool that has your love

You watch it happen all in front of them
You see your older self but he knows you more
You struggle to realize, but you tell the footstool she did a good job