I had a dog once
I loved him, I’m sure.
And I’m certain
That he loved me too.
I’m certain of this
Because he loved
Everyone
He met
Because everyone
He met
Loved him.
That is a lovely way to live
If you can manage it.
It’s easier, I guess
For a dog.
But it always made me wonder
Did my dog love me
Just the same as he loved
Everyone else?
Did it matter if he did
Or if he didn’t
Isn’t love, love?
She was like that
In more than one way.
I loved her, I’m sure
And I’m certain that
She loved me too.
But did she just love me
As she loved everyone else?
Maybe it shouldn’t have
Mattered
But it cheapened it for me
To receive this generic love
When my love
Was designed
Manufactured
Delivered
Just for her
It occurs to me
As I write these words
That I can’t even remember
Who I’m writing them about
And if I’m certain
I mean them
And I’m certain
She exists
Then why don’t I remember
Why she matters to me
Anymore