Brown

Why do I have to be like a puppy?

Sitting there while you’re sad staring you in your face, tongue stretched out dancing while you pace.

My floppy ears don’t make you laugh or even giggle a little when I bark and bow and roll around, doesn’t make you feel tick-led?

But that’s all I could be at the moment when you were down and I was up, when everything was pulling left and right in your mind, I was too busy wasting time as I tried to make you mime. I couldn’t even make you smile I failed again I see, but I was dealing with my own problems mentally. Even as your puppy I still managed to be here even though between my gazing eyes and fluffy hair, I didn’t know how to be there.

A best friend I don’t know,

Your puppy , maybe

Your clown, all the time

A tissue

Here when you need it.