Poem: A Night Like This One

It seems I find myself alone on Saturday specifically, 
Cuddling with my memories and munching on images
Of times we once shared long ago when I was young-
er than I am now, which is always. 

My dog seems to ignore the silence and fills it 
With roaring snoring and sharp breaths, 
Reminding me that-ah- it is Saturday, 
And I seem to be alone. 

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