I am like
a small dog,
every second
I need confirmation
that I am loved.
Every absence
encases an eternity
of solitude.
Was I
a good boy?
I might have been told so
a few minutes ago
but how about now?
My self doubt
will last forever,
only to be dispelled the next time
you place your hand on my head.
But withdraw your touch
and the next eternity
starts again.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 6:03 PM UTC
I am like
a small dog,
every second
I need confirmation
that I am loved.
Every absence
encases an eternity
of solitude.
Was I
a good boy?
I might have been told so
a few minutes ago
but how about now?
My self doubt
will last forever,
only to be dispelled the next time
you place your hand on my head.
But withdraw your touch
and the next eternity
starts again.
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