The last goodbye.

In a dark corner

She sits and weeps

She just stares at her feet

Doesn’t talk

Doesn’t sleep

Her tears wet her face

They run down her cheek

That’s all she’s done

Since last week.

She shuts her eyes tight

When she thinks of his face

His comforting embrace

Those bright, lively eyes

That winning smile

How charming he had been

When she was seventeen.

He had promised to be loyal

He was faithful all along

She still wonders where she went wrong

Was it the new biscuits?

Or was his leash too tight?

Or did his flea- rash get worse?

Or was he cold all night?

Her fingers dig into her flesh

She tries to hide

Her pain but its useless

 to deny

Wilbur had left

Said his final goodbye

She’d have to accept

Her favourite puppy had died.