Get a Dog.

Get a Dog

There are not enough stars on the heavens to light up
the path you have chosen to walk, in the bleakness of
the night your name is but an echo, yet I feel if I call
your name out loud one time more, you might hear
me open your eyes and smile; this crocked little smile
of yours, kidding me you’re.

I’m driving home after the sermon, the others are
going to a restaurant, to eat, mourn and drink wine.
I didn’t know a house could be so empty it screams
in agony, I switch on TV and radio, bland voices
sooth. In a month time friends will say” why don’t
get a dog?” Thoughtless they are, but so it goes on.