You Can't Be Dead


fingers run down your coat.

a hand strokes your side.

you retain nothing.

where’s the love I once felt pouring from your skin?

you aren’t absorbing the love I’m rubbing to your bone.

move, baby, look at me.



your eyes reflect no color.

where is the brown I once loved?

you could at least wag your tail,

you’re always happy to see me.

why change that now?


you weren’t supposed to die,


you’re invincible.

where did my baby girl go?

what is this heap laying in front of me?

this isn’t my baby,

this thing is dead.

sweetie, you’re not dead.

you’re alive, and always will be.


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