My mind wanders
Like a dog on a walk
It tires of its leash, strains its neck to be free
And then runs away
Then I'm left with the rope cord that's meant to keep it tied down here
Dangling in my arms, clueless on how to chase it back
Screaming, "come back, come back"
So I wait
An empty kennel of a body without its consciousness
And when it returns home
It brings me back words like bones, chew toys
Sometimes, a dead rat
Like the thought of you
To foul the mood
- Why, but we weren't even playing fetch...