When you were a child your favourite toy was a red dog.
I know this because
You have told me about it before
And I know this because
I have asked you to tell me about it now.
Your red dog went with you everywhere
Visited grandparents, met new friends, ate dinner
And each night you fell asleep with its tattered fur and loose eye
Pressed against your cheek.
This dog
Loyal and brave
Made you feel like you could do anything
More so than those tired singers
Those lazy boyfriends
Those boring films.
You felt invincible then and
I have asked you to tell me about this again because
I want to make you feel invincible now
But I am leaving tomorrow and anyway
Despite my tattered skin and beady eyes
I know that I am not your red dog.
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