You and the Dog.

You and the dog
And the deep depression
And the day only just begun,
The sunlight creeping
Like some shy child
Through the cracks

Of the shutters,
And you know
Max won’t return,
Not after what he said
The day before,
And all that bullshite

The other night
When he left,
Kicking the dog
And cursing you,
And that melody
Filtering into the room

From the hifi,
And that Frank Sinatra tune,
The one where he’s alone in a bar
Wanting one more for the road,
And thinking back,
Patting the dog’s head,

Wishing Max was dead,
Hoping the day would flash by,
And the guy upstairs
With the one eye,
Doesn’t bang on your door
About the noise last night

And the fight and row
And the dog barking
And Max swearing
Along the hall;
Some days you wish
You never woke up at all.