Apr 07, 2008 08:19
It is the worst that can happen
to be vanished
I keep checking my phone, my hands,
the solidity of my body
I cannot think you do not care
enough to cut me loose
yesterday, a dog on the street, a puppy
with your name, that name halfway
to bird, I pet her
and waited for your call it must have been
an omen
at the end of the night
she is just a dog
with a nice owner
and your name