You and I.

Are we joined, you and I?

When I sit squished up, alongside thee,

It seems we are:

Dog and boy

Man and mutt.

A symbiosis between homo and canid, A combination of smells, swells and warmth, which is rarely malignant.

What a lucky man I've been, knowing 

She's going to rest assured and easy,

These last many years, as we both

Age gracefully and greying towards separation; where the winds blow us 

Disparate, sometimes warm and often

Cold, back to the single I; alas!

No more the we.

She of a gray face,

And I an ashen shadow,

But always brighter 

Than a swarm of photons,

Alighting a while,

Out of their cosmic array...