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
poems 2 die for 