Northward bound with hound in circle round
In a neighborhood known as home
We climbed a hill, and he’s a puppy still
So he pulled me the whole way down
We saw a lit, empty vehicle in a driveway, sitting idle
Traversed a cloud of fog through narrow haunted lane
Heard creatures roaming out of sight, taunting those in the light
A shadowy silhouette ahead of us darted out of range
Then came the rain
Gentle like a kiss
I removed my cloaking hood for I didn’t want to miss
Precipitation in spring is a wonderful thing
And livens even the darkest of moods
I often store parts of myself in the tangible
And this walk filled with the familiar was dense
Once all I knew, now so distant in time
I have come to spread myself so thin
I wish some days that I could gather and save for the duration
Each trace of existence and instant of life
Yet the scattering will continue as more memories form
The mound of me divided into clumps of dirt and dust
Like the lining on the floor as I enter the basement
To hang my coat
And the leash
And think
Everybody dies