Thursday, October 29, 2009

Sepia



You always wanted me in your sight. Didn't have to be by your side. But in your sight. We'd run and play. You'd pause. Then I'd run or ride away, you'd bust into full stride. Running, running, running. Catch me. I see you, Dad. Stay right there. I see you. See me now, black dog, I'm right here.

They were all so nice, helpful. They all wanted to find you, they all wished they had seen you. It was warm, they were happy, willing. One hundred, two hundred. Many. Many eyes. I knew you weren't happy. I found a man, a man and a kid. They'd seen you, the night before. In their driveway. You wandered, they approached. You growled. They left you alone.

You're here somewhere, waiting for me. We will find you, I and my new band of friends. You will be home, home with me. You don't have to run to catch me. I'm right here. Always right here.

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