A Man Alone

A glass of merlot lies on the iridescent glass table- He clenches the latest read in his moist palms, Glasses sit aimlessly on the bridge of his nose Eyes wandering from the book, he leans down to sniff at the wine, ‘Delicious’ he murmurs to no one in particular For he is alone, Lonely and seemingly always alone He does not favor human contact over any other form of contact All contact comes from his delightful Jack Russell Terrier, With ears of cocoa and squat hairs of impure white, This animal is his life, Forever unchained the dog always lays beside him That dog holds more joy than his life ever will, For there is no support, In his lifestyle, He will soon find himself, Alone and deceased.