Division Street
I wanted this to be different.
To rewrite the pain and have it dry in an invisible ink.
I saw him, on the side of the road with no hand, or love.
His small tail crushed, against lazy thoughts.
I tried to stop the traffic of self and cars.
Brought him to someone who could help.
It wasn't enough.
I couldn't save him.
And now I sit.
In an empty room thinking.
If i could have changed what happened, did something different.
Could I feel this heartbeat still.
Could I wish he hadn't gotten out of their yard.
Could I wish he hadn't left, and that I had never met him.
Copyright © Aislinn Monahan | Year Posted 2011
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