I take whatever scraps of affection she throws my way,
most like a dog
Licking greedily at their passing flavour.
I wait patiently the return of my owner,
most like a dog
With the misconception of being loved.
I wave my tail to and fro, high and low,
most like a dog
A greeting or a beating, anything is welcomed.
Wherever she goes, I follow, ever the loyal companion;
it makes sense, I rationalize;
Trough thin and thick, through dim and lit-
right along her side, most like the dog.