dog death is weird

sometimes 

i still feel it 

piercing through me 

clawing at me 

nothing too drastic

a minor inconvenience

nothing tragic 

             nothing, really 

how can a womb feel empty 

when it was never her kind? 

no room for her persistence

irritated by an existence 

so humorously lost

slumped and exhausted 

by the end of a race 

twice-ran

where is her trophy now? 

sometimes i still feel it 

i wanted to wake her 

i wanted to thank her 

but wanting is a selfish thing

it’s funny how the eyes can trick you

into seeing water 

seeing a rise and fall 

when there is nothing 

nothing 

           left 

nothing 

          tragic 

nothing, 

            really