We used to go everywhere together.
he always knew where he was going.
he would say
and after awhile, I knew he could navigate
the way on his own.
then they would go places together,
“To the city art museum”
“to the nearest baskin robbins”
it was a late one, that night,
when the car lights dimmed and
only quiet music played.
They went to mcdonalds and olive garden,
to every park in town and
to three different parts of the beach.
but tonight something was different.
he didn’t ask for directions
to her house,
“I don’t know where to go”
he always knew where to go.
why doesn’t he know now?
he cried out again, ” She is gone.”
[Where is gone?]
[I am sorry, I do not know where “Gone” is located,
would you like me to redirect you to “Her House”
you have been there sixty two times in the last two months.]
[Would you like to rename this location “Home”?]
"I dont know where home is anymore"
[Would you like to rename “Her House” to “Home”?]
[“Home” has been saved.]
[Would you like to go “Home”?]
I couldn’t care less about your religion or sexual orientation or race or whether you’re a virgin or have slept with 400 people or have done time in jail
but the moment you eat my leftovers without asking that’s when i decide you’re a terrible person
My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.