if not for his parents bringing the dog home,

it would’ve been quiet all morning


we could’ve faked ourselves into believing we had paid the mortgage on this house


and from the times we’ve managed to fit in the backseat of his car 

I’m already convinced that as long as we had milk and eggs in the fridge

and bread on the counter and a twin size mattress on the floor

and a window with a potted plant we named then forgot the name of,

we’d make it out pretty alright living in a cheap apartment

in our early twenties and saving up for a house

so we could get a dog,

which the landlord wouldn’t let us do