at least my dog sits with me
our bedroom walls fill with
stomach-aching laughter
your feet dance mid-air
as you lay in our covers
you talk sincerely and
you listen carefully
to the sweet voice
on your phone
as I sit outside
hollow and
forgotten
Edit: I realize the poem may have been ambiguous or misinterpreted, but I did enjoy reading your comments. I suppose we all live different lives when it comes to ambiguity.
For those who wish to know, the poem is about someone who is sitting out of sight with their dog as they listen to their significant other intimately engaged on the phone with another person. No matter what phone conversation is discussed, at the end of the day, the dog sits with the someone and he/she finds comfort in it.
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Posted Jul 28, 2021, 2:50 PM UTC · edited
Jeez what a dark note that ends on. I do relate to this, I worry how much I can be on my phone when compared to caring for my dog, and I always try to make it up with long walks and cuddles and such. It is such a visceral feeling though, feeling like you’re not giving them the attention they deserve. Great work!