Return


They highlighted
points in the road
where you once stood
rain settled in the dark
crawling on the pavement

I ran out of spray paint
drawing around my own feet
to remember what the dogs couldn’t
and what cars covered
and what I missed
to your disappointment

Will there be a return?
after some kind of winding death
in the outskirts
or on the street
named by dogs

Long lanes
the length of all roads together
canine throats
disagreements
why all this barking between us?