Walking my Dog

tearing myself away from the comfort of boredom
to two black eyes of excitement looking at me
but I know that he will be stubborn
and he knows I am putting him off until I check facebook
He lies down in waiting.
I feel the energy die down, and it makes me sad
I want him to be young again.
He is happy I am home but I am the one who is tired.
I battle within myself, I am tired of losing
I prepare my phone, my headphones, my keys
He tries to put his head through the loop of the harness when I lower it down to him.
the same as this morning
and yesterday
stability. monotony?
this is when he is happiest
but when he takes his first step I can figure out if he is in pain today