She says she’ll just go out for drinks
and be back soon to make my meal.
She never tells me what she thinks
and doesn’t care how bad I feel.

She’ll be back (she says) to make a meal.
But it’s so dark, she should be home.
She doesn’t care how bad I feel
or how much longer I’ll be alone.

It’s really dark, she should be home.
She won’t phone me if she’s late.
How much longer will I be alone?
Perhaps she’s gone out on a date.

She won’t phone me if she’s late.
She doesn’t think of me at all.
I know she’s gone out on a date!
I bet he’s handsome, very tall.

She doesn’t care for me at all.
She’ll let me starve that’s what I think.
I bet he has dogs, and is very tall.
There’s not much water left to drink.

*Written for me by Atticus after I revealed that I have a love affair with my cat, Ming.

Copyright 2012 by Dan Collins. Stock image from Google.