The table behind you, full of glass broken,
You smiled and told me, 'For the puppies',
With books, a monocle, and shared tokens,
You were titled then, Oh Puppy Squire

Puppy Squire, your dream came true.
The puppies are saved.
The streets are cleaner.
You should see them now made.

Puppy Squire, it all happened finally.
The cold city is warmer, a shelter.
Our dreams, a reality.

I never got to tell you, 'Thank you'.
I guess I'd have to hold onto the memory
Of that flower you gave me that came from the tree,
Of that short moment spent plotting to take down that wall with me
Of when that homeless man awkwardly bathed while we talked of homelessness and bees.

What is a rhyme without time?
What are thoughts without words?
What is a letter if not a crime
when words never reach you.

Wherever you are,
I won't forget,
Your altruistic soul,
You are remembered,
Faina, the Puppy Squire.

Somewhere out there in the oceans,
You must have sailed with the others.
A pleasant voyage, eternal joy in motion.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Aeguary, in the year 934 AF.