downtown

these past few days, i've become a loner- going through routine
brainless entertainment as if that could fill me up somehow...
and when i convince myself to turn off the white-noise screens,
a familiar silence falls and i'm reminded of my boring isolation.
and cinny, i know she will simply walk away from me to remind
me even more of my loneliness, but i can't help but lay next to her.
she'll be sent away soon...and soon, i'll be looking for just an
empty space where she might be, only to look up in a senile-manor
saying, "oh, that's right. she's finally grown tired of seeing me-
that's why she's not here anymore." but then, out of my decaying
optimism, i'll probably say, "it's perfect this way. i'm a college
man now. no time to lay down and just stare at the ceiling and
tell my dog about my thoughts anymore. with her around, i'll
just never learn to be on my own." on that day that we part ways,
i will not cry. i won't look back or think that it's been 15 years.
instead, i will thank her for being the worst dog a boy could
ask for. i will thank her for being a man's best friend.