the blue dog

i used to have
a dog and i
called him blue.
he was a mixture of
many other dogs,
neither short,
nor tall, not fat,
not skinny, but
medium in size.
there was
nothing unusual
about him, except
the color of his
soft fur.
he was blue.
he wasn't always
this color,
but when i met you
he changed. overnight
he went from red
to blue. i
changed. it got
cold out and i
developed a twitch
in my left eye.
there were no dogs
that you could say,
hmmm. he looks
like one of those,
or one of them. he was
his own dog, true
to himself and he
was blue, as i said,
like the color
of your eyes
when you were crying,
when you're feeling,
well, blue. which
was all the time.
the shade was not
unlike the lake before
it freezes over
this time of year.
i loved that dog, but
sadly, you didn't
love me enough,
and i didn't
truly love you. it
was all make believe,
but at least we had
my dog, that is until
you left him out one
night and he froze
to death. poor blue.