MCCALL

MCCALL

you told me
about your beloved dog

whose name,
unforgivably,
I have forgotten

I am on my way
to forgetting everything
every day
the jigsaw puzzle
loses another piece

and the picture on the box
must have been replaced
because I would
swear by
all that is holy
I have
no knowledge of this one;
would attest
in a supreme court not
to have seen it before

not to have
seen you before, remembering
good times, the odd
great time
before it all went to Hell
turned cataclysmic

falling further from grace
than fallen angels
ever did

no pride, I guess it was,
that threw our
little world into
terminal
       tail spin

the worst kind of pride, pride raging sad shadow
born of childhood pain
beyond our
undetstanding at the time

that time of which
you told me, your your legs
striding through
the veldt,  dog whose
name
   I have forgotten chasing
you, loyal
to a fault behind you

and me
    not in this scene, here
just  whisper

waiting for the moment of
our meeting and
the thought
(for which I do
so apologize
   that here you are
   here we are

neither of us from this moment on
ever going to be alone