I think of you
Only when I’m awake.
Or during my nightmares.
Or in my dreams
Where you infiltrate.
What I love about poetry is that I could be talking about ANYTHING. A lover, someone I hate, a family member, a friend.
I was actually thinking about my dog when I wrote it! He died of cancer and I think about him every day. Sometimes I dream of him and wake up thinking he is still alive. A poem about a dog that could have been interpreted as just about anything you wanted it to be.
The beauty of poetry! You can make no assumptions when you read it because you have no idea what the poet was thinking when they wrote it!