We’re out for a walk on an unusually warm fall afternoon
On the street corner we wait on
A faded poster is stapled to the wood of a telephone pole
She tells me,
That lost dog posters make her feel sad
That somebody somewhere, is missing their fluffy little guy
And that they probably won’t find them
Because when did a poster ever do any good
Dogs are like people,
She says
If you don’t find them in the first 24 hours
They’re more than gone
The poster, is a last ditch effort
At finding something you lost
And it isn’t really an effort
As much as it is a scream into the void
A wish that others will acknowledge your pain

I wonder, if she likes me
Because she thinks I’m a lost dog
She never saw the poster for
So she took me home,
Gave me a bowl and some water
A soft warm place to sleep and two walks a day
A cuddle at night when the lightning is heavy
I wonder If she sees me as missing
From somebody else
So she took pity on me, and took me in herself
Was my dating profile
My lost dog poster
Did she see the name and number, what I answered to and what I liked
What I was wearing on the day I went missing
And know that no one would find me, why else was there a poster
Thought if I didn’t have a place,
Well wouldn’t a dog be nice?