He doesn't bite,

Barking filled the room instead.

But he didn't bite.

The noise never escapes my head.

Echos.

A fog that I can't see past.

I should be grateful, though

He doesn't bite.

I can't hear, though.

Isolation.

He makes me question my position,

When did our love become distant?

In your eyes, those that can't be recognized,

Affection lessens.

Another burden.

The fog.

I can't hear.

I apologize, and maybe I mean it.

It's hard to decipher the difference.

I've fed the dog.