Trevor
His face is scruffy and he smiles,
Trevor has been gone a while
He’s been reported missing for days,
I peer and longingly anxiously to play.
Tears drain down swollen chaffed cheeks,
Lying in my bed there is no relief.
His face was smug and warm but he coyly smiled,
Trevor has stolen his freedom awhile
One day my Trevor may weep as I do,
For he loved freely over hills and was lost,
I dream at this computer alone and must cry,
Missing Trevor, my cherished lost guy.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2020
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