in the afternoon from my office window i catch his fleeting gaze
in the evening after work he waits patiently at my door
now i have to walk him home, a job i abhor!
i scuttle and i scurry from little nooks to little crannies,i question and i lament about a world full of resentment,i seek and hope to find the little light thats meant to shine and from the cracks beneath the door i make my way across the floor.
You really are a great poet. I like this!
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