|Perro Semihundido by Francisco Goya|
It was a hot summer night
me and Emily were sitting outside
on a log talking about life and
the boys we like but they are
so confusing we talked about dogs
instead, "Do you have a dog," I asked.
"No, but we used to. She got ran over,"
Emily said with a happy yet sad expression.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. If it helps my
puppy got parvo but she survived," I said
with as much sympathy as I could,
to try and make her think happy
thoughts but instead we ended up
talking about sad dog stories all night
while inside we watched Jake
the dog walk around as happy as could
be. So we went with a smile and a swing.