Bleu under my computer desk - And to the left, you may ask, well that's his bed you see. A bed he has left, left and instead has laid upon the hard wood floor using my foot as a pillow.
On the floor, you say, yes upon the floor he lay with three other beds waiting cold and lonely without him.
Oh my, what a silly o'l thing you might say!
No mommy, not silly but lonely, lonely from all the nights he slept alone wondering if anyone loved him. Lonely from all those days he spent being beat by a man he thought was suppose to love him. Lonely from being unwanted, for being told he was bad and only knew how to be bad. Lonely from never getting a chance. Lonely from being left. Left again. And then left again.
And now, now you may ask, what makes him so lonely. Well mommy, he is just preparing me for the years I'll be lonely without him.
But alas let us not be lonely now. Because for now, instead of using his comfy bed he lays his head upon my foot, on the hard wood floor under, my computer desk.
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Bleu under my computer desk
PoetryA small piece that just came to me as I sit at work with my pup seeking comfort from me and I from him