Batman’s lament
© 2016/TomSquitieri
This is her room
I know her bed
She has to come
and pet my head
This is her room
I know her rug
She likes when I sleep here
and I wait for her hugs
This is her room
I know her smell
Why isn’t she here?
It makes me unwell
The door is shut
don’t keep me away
make her come back
and please make her stay
Ouch, my head bumped
her door is shut tight
please Tom open it
make things just right
I was skinny and dying
when she saw me and smiled
no one had cared for me
in such a long while
She wrote a story about me
and loved me so much
Why isn’t she here?
with her smile and her touch
She has to come
I am her dog
She saved my life
she ended the fog
This her room
To the left, down the hallway
Even if she forgets about me
I will guard it always