i’m like an old dog
sleeping in your couch
alone inside your apartment
only lit by the rays of light
glowing in the afternoon
that slowly fades
as the night falls down.
i wait for your return
— as always.
i casually hear the sound of footsteps
outside the door
and my tail wags,
my ears bolt up,
hoping it’s you
jostling around
holding your groceries
(with occasional dog food in it)
fumbling for your keys.
but as usual,
it’s not you:
it’s probably the postman
or the neighbor.
i plop my head back
on the pillow you gave me
back when you just had me
which i totally outgrew myself in.
i’ll wait again in the evening
— as usual.
i’m reading a book called “the subtle art of not giving a f*ck” and it has been an eye opener and a gentle reminder of how i value things in my life.
anyway, here’s a lazy poetry i made. i missed my dog at home and i got inspired by the way she wags her tail whenever im back
