Friday afternoon, the first time and likely the last time you offered to get me at my office. Out on the parking lot in the cold, I tried to take your hand in mine. You pulled away and said “you don’t want people here to see”. I tried to keep my cool and protested “I don’t give a shit about what others think!” On our way to the theater, you appeared preoccupied. I held off for a little but gave in to myself and asked “what’s on your mind?” Back came an answer anyone would deem fabricated. But I had to let it go, just like letting so many other things go. Getting out of “Analyze That”, I had to put a smile on my face. You asked “do you mind if we just go get some pearl tea to go and call it a night?” I nodded with a smile, even though I much minded it. You then asked “what’s on your mind, puppy?” My defense mechanism automatically came up with “nothing”. You didn’t believe it but you chose to pursue no any further and to give it a rest. I respected the way you respected my feelings. But if you would only give it a little nudge, I would have told you everything.
I don’t want this night to end.
There are not many nights left for us.
I don’t want to go home.
It’s where I don’t belong.
I don’t want to share you with any others.
I get greedy and possessive when it comes to you.
I don’t want to show my tough side.
I am only just a puppy, yours and no one else’s.
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