Little Grey Whippet

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.

A Dream and a Wish

I had a dream of you last night
I heard your voice, I saw your face
and it woke again the yearning
from it’s quietly slumbering place

that desperate sense of needing
which years have mercifully worn away
the savage grief dispersed
through life’s anaesthetising day

and even though they carry sorrow
I long to dream of you again
to feel that fierce connection
as you quietly call my name

© ceenoa