Laptop Dog

harmless_little_f***

My password is the name of my old dog.
My ex-wife set it.

Every time I log on, he’s digging
the garden for something he buried
in winter when we, with tears, agreed
we’d hand him back for re-homing,

all this talk of divorce. His paws
churn the dirt whenever I write his name.
My mind turns the dirt, its happy tongue
hanging from memory’s black, leathery lips.

Black, white and cartilage-thin,
he mirrors my wife towards the end.
Every day, my mind-dog will thin
like she thinned. His eyes will fix

to a horizon no-one else will see.
And he’ll need to make a dash for it –
into the field, into the air, away from me.

My password is the name of my old dog.
I think I’ll change it.

urbanhippie

I knew it would be sad.

eyedclaar

Good stuff, Harmless. I liked it a lot and I usually don't like poetry despite the fact that I write it myself...

harmless_little_f***

eyedclaar wrote:

Good stuff, Harmless. I liked it a lot and I usually don't like poetry despite the fact that I write it myself...

Thankyou for the compliment.