to the Bee Gees singing,
lonely days,
lonely nights,
where would i be without my
woman,
the dog
jumps up into my lap.
he senses my
sadness.
he curls into a tight ball,
circling three times,
and licks my hand,
then the other
hand.
is it love?
is this what true love really
looks like,
or is the chocolate ice-cream
on my fingers
and thumb?
a sticky spill of rocky road
stuck to the palm
of my hands.
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