For so long it lasts
Going on
Four years
Maybe running on five.
Family was okay.
Then, it got better.
Emptiness still
Even possibly greater recently.
Now matter what
It is I do
There is no running
With you-- or from you, too.
Dogs the only true as
Devotion is almost all
Know they.
But dogs cannot talk
So only talk I they to.
Where are those supposed to be there?
Where are the words I need to share?
My mind speaks bipolar,
But what do I know?
For there is only a hint
Of what it is I think.
This may be too clear
Or too blurry.
Fog it up, should I?
In a hurry I leave.
A small flutter of petals under the trees.