i've been thinking about my past
and the one thing i would change
is: i would have fought to allow
oreo on the bed. and maybe even
his companion. there was room -
an ocean was between us most
nights. the year i left i should've
taken him with me. and maybe
even his companion. and when
i had the children. i should have
let him in through the gate. what
if he shed and licked. he would
have loved. if ever i did any one
wrong - i did it to him. i left him
the day he died. i knew he was
sick. and i walked out that door
and i never got to see him again
