Chelsea

My old friend,
it is always great to see you again.
You wave your arms like you don't care.
You fix me with that curious stare.
Your belly roars and rumbles,
and your body rolls and tumbles.
You are my baby,
waiting for me in every day,
answering my call,
and a heart of gold for all,
but I never thought of now,
the when and how
of losing you
and breaking my heart in two.
And I am dying inside,
no place left to hide,
and the counter remains bare
for you are no longer there.
I know that in the end,
we'll meet again,
paw in hand,
my old friend.