Since the age of twelve

You’ve accompanied me

Through countless transitions

Of stiff beds.

Sat patiently waiting for me to

Wrap up a physical recess

With a few women who

Wouldn’t know me if it weren’t for the bottle.

Absorbed, at this point

Gallons of self inflicted tears

A quart of blood dripping sweetly from my nose

And a stench of fears and confusion i passed down to you.

I thank you

Rufus.

The only amend i have for you,

My dog pillow pet,

Is that you won’t see those sides of me again.

Not as long as I have

Her.

And she has my

Heart.