I miss my dog

I’ll hold your hand when you’re feeling mad at me; when the monsters, they won’t go; the windows, they won’t close. I’ll pretend to see what you see. How long will you relive the things that are gone? The devil’s on your back, but I know you can shake him off. You know, it’s funny how freedom can make us feel contained; when the muscles in our legs aren’t used to all the walking. I know if you could snap both your fingers then you’d escape with me, but in the meantime, I’ll just wait here and listen to you when you speak, or scream. And every day that you want to waste, you can. And every day that you want to wake up, you can. And every day that you want to change, I’ll help you see it through because I just really want to be with you.

-Mark Foster