He Doesn’t Know I’m Leaving (A Poem for My Dog)

curled tightly on the couch

beautiful glint in his eyes

he doesn’t know

he tucks his nose down next to his back paws

will he miss me?

I place 5 small kisses evenly down his back

hoping he’ll remember

each one a storage of love

to be opened when he wants to sit on my feet and stare up at me

for reassurance, for love, to show me he needs me

and no feet can be found.