The more I think about it,
the more I wonder:
What would become
of our dog if something
were to happen to you,
whether you change your mind
about living together or
decide to take a swing
for the other team
(like our mutual friend
thinks might happen).
I couldn’t afford to feed him
alone,
and our friends are mostly
allergic.
I’d have to take him to a shelter,
ashamed and guilty for giving up,
having no other choice
(He’d stare at me with his big brown eyes,
watching my car as I drive away).