I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to be alone the rest of my life.
Every now and then, this will cause me strife.
I have been alone far too long.
I don’t know if someone else can sing my song.
Someone else’s song, could I learn?
Each others life, we could upturn.
It might be nice to have someone to see a drive-in movie with.
A patio lunch, good food to sniff.
Someone to share lives days.
Come what they may.
Do I really want someone all up in my bis?
Running around in a fiz.
Mostly, I’m okay.
Attention, I don’t pay.
God’s got my back.
With his help, I can pack.
Sometimes Chico is a pill.
I can’t imagine life without him, still.
When I need a good cry,
his fur easily dries.
Chico doesn’t care about mental distress.
To him, all things I can confess.
He doesn’t care if I don’t wear make-up,
if I’m feeling subpar. Or feel the need to burp.
Hairs a mess.
Don’t want to dress.
As long as he gets walked, food, and cuddles –
he endures the muddles.
Much like God, he listens to me intently.
But he will not correct me gently.
Or light my path in the dead of night.
Or drive away lives unsightly frights.
I do wish he would learn how to mow.
Or do laundry, or sew.
I have amazing friends to help me see.
But at the end of the day; when I lay down my head, it’s God, Chico and me.
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