The puppy follows me around faithfully A twinkle in its eyes, a spring in its steps  It scurries behind me No matter how small the distance Like the five steps from the bed to the couch  Its unceasing energy wears me down  I sleep for a while The puppy, ever loyal, waits by the bed…

My brain’s filled in the gaps so I don’t know which memories of you are real Which ones are a product of my imagination I don’t know where we began Or ended I remember things Like Legs touching Knowing smiles The anticipation Dancing on the line But it’s like opening the refrigerator door to find…