Middle Of The Rain....

The drops into the graphite,

Brown fur in the deafening air,

Black nose, eternally quaked,

Mom woke me, struck 6 in the clocked sphere.

Your eyes, sailing midst the plane of your unconsciousness,

Mystique, illuminating the dampened air,

Latent peace in broken bed cases' effervescence,

Mom said, you now played braids with the angel's hair.

In the shadow of the cursed track you traversed,

Jesus, the relentless engine, bore you away,

Nose studded with drops of blood, frozen,

At the 6th hour, your essence transformed, lifeless and still,

This harsh reality eluded my comprehension as you ceased:

Eating kibbles mid-afternoon, no rolls upon the jute carpets.

Licking ice cream in the middle of the rain,

Shared memories, never captured.

The frame of your life, empty,

Fights with mom, you on the yard,

Fights with dad, you on the yard,

Bad school day, you on the yard,

At the 6th, you gone on the yard.

Your soul that escaped, an unfair play,

The pact that once formed, you don't get to break.

The fumbling twilight now gleamed into somber dusk,

The only need perspiring is for your smile to cherish again,

You mended my broken soul.

All of our moments slowly dissipating into limbo,

I try to not let those moments go sour.

You were just a dog to them,

You, my confidant, were my heart's decree.

The waves caressing up on the shore,

The sea shells, cobbler stones,

The puzzle of the decade,

Only piece missing was you.

You built my world, took the key and locked me in it.

The last words, my brain in its hazed fury,

The tears that you licked off my face,

The paw on my lap when grey clouds poured over me,

Your hazel-coloured eyes that dilated when you saw me.

People that came to get your body,

The absent flinch, a throw from the bed to the black garbage bag,

Is their heart so cold?

That your warmth can't be felt in their bones?

The pain so heavy, had to forget the home's embrace,

At least you found safe passage to heaven from here.

But the yearning:

To see eyes as bright as sunflowers again,

The smile as wide as jasmines again,

To touch your crisscrossed fur,

To lay next to you,

Tell you why life sucks,

Tell you why I love you.

But where are you?

World lost one of its clouds today,

The ache in my heart, losing the grace of sleep's peace,

Baby, can you sing lullabies to me from the heavens' skies,

You are more angelic than the angels themselves.

If I had to, I would've gone before,

In the yard, still,

With the ice cream, melting,

I will miss you forever.