Ceenoa

It all happened so fast
on a blind corner on the highway
I couldn’t swerve to miss you

you ran straight into the road
cars coming both ways
you turned back in front of me

the sound of the impact
lingers long after the fact
so loud, for such a small thing

I don’t know whose friend you were
a little grey whippet
worn leather collar but no tags

The comfort of strangers
as I cried on the edge of a busy road
for a little grey whippet.

Somewhere, someone will be wondering
when you don’t come home
I’m so sorry.