Spent

I feel a bit like a covering,
a shell.
Marrow; content gone.
Used for some purpose, don't even remember what it was.
Or if I was there

The good part is that I don't really hate it.
          Here.
                                                                                                                                       There.
                                                   Wherever.
But there is no love.
Laughter.
Warmth.
That was pulled out, 

chew by chew,
gnaw by gnaw,
lick by lick,
little by little

                                         Those round
         ring-like bones ,                             as big as a fist,
     are found                                                              when the 
   dog has moved on                                                for a short while
            to lay in the                                      sunny spot on the floor...
                                        that's me.

A hollow bone.
Not sure where in the body that came from.
But a bone
or so I have been led to believe.


What happened to those old bones,
Not even helpful for soup?