Burying the Dog

Solid in my hands

But I can hardly see it

So, you understand

The meaning of solitude

Yawning river bend

Clear enough to see through

Does it matter then

Whatever I’m talking to?

Eyes up on the road, twenty miles to nothing

I don’t need a reason or a suitcase

Burying the dog, if you had seen it coming

Would we even be here in the first place?

Staring at the blank wall

Like you can see the room behind it

But the less you try

The more you seem to find it

Trying to say something

But you cannot remember it

Like lighting off

An empty bottle rocket

Hmm, hmm