Princess

Every morning, she wears
Her pink cardigan
Tied on her waist,
That is how long
Her black hair goes.
I have my green curls,
A jeans jacket
And weight almost the double.

My fun lately
It's been to choose books
To lend her.
I'm always scared
That she might hate
The endings
That I love.

Somedays, she seems sad.
I ask her out
To have an ice cream,
Or maybe to paint
My coloring book.

I'm always trying
To find fun things to do
And she often distracts me
From my bad thoughts.
It works.

Sometimes,
In the middle of the dawn
We share puppies pictures
With each other.

She reminds me
Of all the important things
I forgot to do
And then I tell her
It's ok not to finish them.

And so we go.