I tried roses      plied you with exotic
candies and expensive perfumes     walked ten
miles with you to search for lost little Mars
only to find him quivering under
your bed  —  three feet from the chewed slippers he
had mauled in puppy anxiety as we
did our time on the factory floor  —  his
big boxer eyes drew your attention from
me and I knew I hadn’t a chance,  as
your heart was filled by another.          there’s room,
I tried to persuade myself,   for both a man
and a dog   . . .   but you weren’t to be swayed so
easily,   even by silly poems;
so it’s a mystery even now,   you and me.


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