Spanks

Cold, wet nose nudging my chin . . . You came home with me, a passenger in my purse. Quivering. November rain and cold. No more than two pounds of silky fur and huge brown eyes You became the only reason I came home. A ball of fluffy devotion curled beneath my chin, you declared me as your own. I could not save my heart. You were mine in lieu of all that could have been. Until there were no more choices to your benefit, and, after all those years, I could not hurt you that deeply. I had to go, but would not leave solitude as your fate, You are still beneath my chin. I cannot come to this place without ripped heart. How will I ever know when you are mine again?