You Dropped Your Pears

I Know What Comes Next

Your conversation
was sweet but then was nothing.
It was not like dogs
who travel so far
just to get back home again,
that sort of intent
to return built in
to the dog heart and dog soul.
No, you said some things
you could not really
promise and we both knew that.
I winced at the sound
of split open pears
smack on the ground before me,
at your wide bright smile.

December 8, 2013 9:23 PM