A very big and very dark dog,
wandering the docks of a seaboard town.
he'll leave sodden prints in a three paced jog
ready to follow waves all the way down.
He is ***** faced and bearded
like a man I used to know.
Soon he will be off to disappear and
go beneath the cover of a velvet snow.

I'll still be here
as years go by and the moon changes tides
collecting dust and years
as I wait to be your bride.
The mutt lived long and wise
I fed him bones, and he kept me warm
with wooly fur and chocolate eyes.

He was waiting for a man as well
and passed away, so peacefully
when frost first fell.
I had no idea they would bury my heart
in the backyard with him
so I will continue to sit
and to listen.
For the hustle of a broken jog
and a now grown boy
looking for a very big, and very dark dog,
a day of broken joy.