and yet again i find myself at the corner of
emptiness & stuck in the middle of the repetitive Forget-Me-Not's
although i already know the answer
it gets me wondering if you will ever come back
my dog lucky ran away on christmas a few years back
and i remember
because that's the year that I got the call
now i have an irrational fear of telephones
and when it rings
i jump because the day i picked up the phone
i was expecting to hear the opposite
that they didn't find the dog
but they got lucky with you instead
it's been six years
and i'm still not tired of picking flowers.