LARRY

Socks on chairs
Tobacco, in piles, on my side
Of the bed.
Contacts lenses container lids
In two different rooms.
And said container in a third.

No space in bed
Loads of kisses on my forehead and nose.

He helps me do things I do not want to.
He has more patience than most.
He understands when I am moody

Larry does not give up on me.

Coffee in bed
Makes me hate mornings a little less.

Larry cooks for me.
He likes it.

Larry is probably a good boy.
He makes the worst of days just peachy.