I
think about my major, you catch the ball
I
rethink my relationships, you bring it back
I
add up all my responsibilities, you catch the ball
I
decide that I hate myself, you bring it back
Cute
doesn’t even begin to describe it.
You’re
cute to a fault.
Annoyingly
adorable.
Unbearably
sweet.
Frustratingly
optimistic.
Transparent
and heartbreakingly simple.
You
hop through the yard on your back legs,
The
world is your trampoline.
Every
tool is your toy,
every
movement a chance for you to play.
A
wag of your tail wipes away your problems
as
if they were written in dry erase marker.
“No”
is an obstacle,
“Never”
is an impossibility
You
are destined to remain perpetually happy.
I am
destined to keep you that way.
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