Feels like a shift
Perhaps that’s always been
Time keeps on shifting
And getting stuck in gear.
We’re always here
Whether we fear what’s to come
Or wax for what was
Here we are.
We are here.
But what about them?
I fear they’re coming.
For me.
My joy.
My Love.
They can’t have have my love
Though it be for All.
My good good boy.
Bubba.
Bubba Big Dick Pockross
Or just…
BDP.
Bubbakins.
The BubblyWubbly
The Bubz.
Mr. BubblyBoo.
Mr. Magoo.
My good boy. My good good boy.
What can you say about something you love?
Love is real, not fade away?
May his memory be a blessing?
I’m so very sorry.
It’s all welcome.
It’s never enough.
My good good boy,
We didn’t have enough.