The smell of decay
At the end of the weekend,
I came home.
But you weren't there,
as I hoped...
When I asked my mom,
a tear fell to her phone.
that's when i knew-
Something's definitely wrong.
I left her, alone,
on the dark colored couch.
I searched everywhere,
that you loved to roam.
From time to time,
I thought I heard,
your cheerful bark...
I convinced myself,
I'm hearing your sleepy groan.
But that was all...
I myself knew, i was wrong.
Yet--I wasn't ready to mourn.
From night to noon, evening to morn,
I was hoping your return,
to my sorrowful mood.
But instead of that,
came the smell.
Sharp and sudden,
strong and brutal.
'Feel that smell? your dog is dead.'
Voices echoed, in my empty head.
I answered them:
"That, is smell of decaying.
My dog, he smells different...
Nothing like this."
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