God Bless Dogs

Poem

These nauseating and tormenting questions,

Like the humiliating empty spaces of a puzzle - such is a heartache.

I rattle its tiny pieces in my hand,

pondering at the gaps,

My suspicions against facts.

Could this? Maybe.

Is this? No. Then,

Rolling thunder from the hall

I hear the clinks and clanks of a chain,

Tiny nails against the hardwood floor.

Like a spiraling football, she leaps into my lap.

The pieces,

Now scattered about the floor.

With dull doll eyes, she looks up at me and I think,

I don’t care anymore.

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