This dog

This dog kept coming round

All because I gave him a bone

On a day long passed…

But I have learned

Don’t look at him with love,

Don’t speak his name with warmth,

Don’t touch or talk, don’t call or shelter

And he will wonder if he even exists

And fade away to the background

That I might forget he ever was

And be happy again

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