Sadness.

This sadness is in the pit of my stomach.

I walked past you yesterday,

in a rush for no real reason but I saw you,

I promised myself I’d be back tomorrow,

Now here I am and here you aren’t.

 

I walked past you yesterday,

but you see, I had good intentions.

I was going to return and do some good.

Why did I think my time was more valuable than yours?

Now here I am and here you aren’t.

 

You were curled up, the four of you.

You, and maybe a friend, a wife, someone,

and two big beautiful dogs.

One curled up so close to you that his nose scrunched.

He looked so peaceful.

How do dogs still look so peaceful amongst the chaos of this world?

 

This sadness is in the pit of my stomach.

I don’t know how many nights you spent there,

I don’t know if you found somewhere better.

I don’t know when you last ate.

I don’t know if that dog feels as helpless as you must.

Here I am and here you aren’t,

when we were both here and I walked past you yesterday,

I forgot that time is time for all.

 

Written in 2016. ©

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