The Only One

 

There was one

And one alone

She felt understood her.

The one who was always

Excited when she

Came home from work,

The one who slept

By her side contentedly

Each night,

Whined and cried

When she had to stay late,

The one who

Cuddled with her

Whenever she was down,

Lay next to her when

Her thoughts threatened

To overturn her delicate mind.

She loved this one

            More than the world

            More than life

            More than anything,

So when she died,

She knew this one

Would get everything:

            The house –

                        The lonely house –

            The car –

                        The car she drove        

                        To her doldrum job 

                        Each day –

            And her money –

                        That she slaved for,

                        That she gave up everything for,

                        That she kept no contact with the world for.

Everything

For her dog –

Her loyal dog –

The only one

Who really understood.

Reviews

[Jacob Stinnett {Broken ..]

your dog is apparently smarter than mine.

[Prince of Poetry]

lol wow I would have never guessed it to be a dog