It doesn’t matter now. You should have adopted me. I would have been loyal to you. We would have taken long walks in the park and the streets of your city. Your family would have been my family. But the shelter wouldn’t wait for you to arrive for me so they stuck a needle in my leg. Now I am dead. I am gone and you and I never met. A person petted me on the head before I closed my eyes forever. If I had been able to talk, I would have said thank you. Thank you for your kindness. I am so sorry my death has made you cry.
Archive for March, 2015
Sleep. Lots of sleep. I need to escape, to somehow get away. It will only be for a few hours but in those hours I won’t think and I won’t feel.I am being tossed out, put out on the street. I don’t know where else to go. Sleep is good. It is like a warm hug all around me.
It is you, you and only you. Yours is the name that I pronounce, yours is the image that I see in my mind’s eye when I think about the living being I love the most. You were there when no one else was. You were next to me when I needed you.
The person had short hair, almost crew cut style and dark hair, dark skin. The clothes were on the beat up side, pants and a sweatshirt. The person held on to the pole while the train was moving. “I get my food and clothes from the garbage. If you have any food with you that you don’t need, I’d gladly take it.” Nobody answered the person. A man touched the person on the shoulder and put several coins inside the plastic bag hanging from the person’s left arm. ” Thank you, sir,” the person said smiling a bit. The person moved towards the middle of the car. ” It can happen to you. It can happen to any of us. I get my food and clothes from the garbage. Could you spare a dime. Only a dime.”
I want to be held. I want to be held and comforted. I would like for someone to touch my head and caress my hair. I need a hug. I have to know that this horrible displacement experience is not happening again. My body has to be caught before it falls on the harsh pavement. I don’t want any bruises on my body or my face. The pain inside me is bad enough.