We spoke of wishes
And past regrets,
Of friendships gained
And our favourite cigarettes.
We spoke of dreams
We’d soon forget,
Of lovers lost in
Our midnight bed.
We spoke of hearts
And the letters we dread,
Of how we still yearn
The things they said.
We spoke of wonders
And the magic above,
But most of all
We spoke of love.

Now, when I enter through the door,
there’s no wagging tail.  
I miss how you’d wake me up,  
Your tongue licking my face.

I miss how you’d bark,  each time I ate fruits alone.  
Now they no longer taste as sweet,  
Engulfed by grief, by my pain I’m overthrown.

I remember the day you came home, my sweet ball of fluff.  
You jumped on my lap with such certainty; it’s like you knew the depth of my love.

I recall feeding you milk and singing you to sleep,
Your departure makes my sorrow steep.
You clutched your paws to my palms tight,
My heart melted with each loving sight

You sensed when I was happy, you sensed   when I was low.  
You’d lie down next to me; you were there through the winds and snow.

You grew insecure when I fed other dogs,
Barking to say, “I’m just yours.”  
Now that you’ve ascended to the heavens, My ailing heart finds no cures.

You’ve taught me how to love and be loyal; for that, I’ll forever be in your debt.  
You’ll live on in every memory, every song;
Your companionship, I’ll never forget.

What I’d give to hold your precious little paws in my hands today?  
I’d give it all away, I’d give it all away.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a love this sweet,  
May the rainbow bridge you cross lead to a day we soon meet!

I don’t know how it is I miss
These lips I’ve never known
The mouth I yearn to kiss
And arms that caress my flesh & bone

The time is at a stand still
My heart is next in line
And so I ask this against my will
What must I do to make you mine

I am not my body, I am my soul.
I am not my body, I’m much more.

I am not the ice creams, that find their way to my thighs,
I am not a thing to be objectified.

I am not the pimples scattered across my face like an unaligned constellation,
I am not bound to always provide you satisfaction.

I am not the stretch marks that you so playfully shun,
I may not always be finished when you are done.

I am not just a pair of *******,
I am a hurl of emotions in a tempest.

I am not just another juicy ***,
Think twice before you say another condescending sentence.

I am the moon the sun and the stars freely dancing to the rhythm of the wind,
I am the flowers blossoming in the season of spring.

I am love and heartbreak art and music ,
I am the glimmer in your eye and the comfort when you fall sick.

I am the eye of a hurricane,
And the celebratory glass of champagne.

&
My body is a temple
A place of worship