You sigh,
long, dramatic,
won't let me pet your
most times petable head.
You know we're leaving.
"But your friend is coming,"
I say.
You pretend you're asleep.
I remember doing that too,
when my parents would check on me.
I wonder if they knew
that one of my earliest memories
was not wanting to worry anyone?
My canine friend,
we will be back.
Please wait
for us.