Old Lovers Repeated

Did we not see in one another
Our traits being such a draw,
That repeated exposure to them,
Would in no time rub us raw?

Everything we found exciting;
Love’s triggers on our first date…
Became all the little irritants,
That festered into hate.

Now both of us have found new loves,
Repeating our old diaries and logs…
As we fell again for the same traits,
In each of our new pet dogs.

(Author's note: Otis is protesting
the fact that I am not politically correct.
I cannot insinuate that I have
ownership of him, he is NOT a pet OR
a dog. Now maybe I can get some sleep tonight.)