dreams

I sat at your feet.

On my knees, waiting.

You eat your dinner…

Midly amused at the show on tv.

Every now and then sipping from you glass.

I wait, hungry.

You lower your hand to me…

A scrap from your plate…

I am your pet, your slave…

I do not deserve my own.

But I cherish what I get from you.

You set your plate on the floor.

I am allowed no hands, as I clean your plate.

You pet my head and tell me I am good.

And that I belong to you.

But then I wake

and it’s over.

Normal life.

Blogs.

More pain, and misunderstanding.

More yearning,

And loneliness

Another day spent…

Removing the part of me…

That I just found.