Dylan

he sits at my feet
a good friend to have
always excited to see me when i come home

we have the same kind of eyes
he and i
and the same pensive brows

he looks up at me as if to ask what it's all about
i look back at him trying to think of answer
but i draw a blank

he pops up off the floor
jumps up to put two front paws on my lap
and lick my face

even with the shittiest smelling breath
he seems to have more answers than i do