As a kid, I really wanted a puppy, my mother simply refused.

She got me a fur-real pet,

I wasn’t amused.

“It’s kind of like a puppy!” she said

It really wasn’t, It was not warm or real

But it was cute

Until the batteries ran out

And it no longer barked or made the noises puppies do

So, it stood at the bottom of the toy basket

Where all the rejections go

I met you years later

When the toy had been wiped from my brain

I didn’t tell you I loved you when I did

Because I was afraid of the batteries running out.