Just you and me and the dog
Drinking wine with abandon
To avoid the precision of grief,
Avoid that which comes with the
Friend’s goodbye, avoid that
Which happens with money
Or its permanent proxy : licit old age.
You and me in the dark,
The dog to the night barks
In the foreign langage of loss,
You and me and the hound howling
To an empty moon put together
One new and irremediable way.

Image credit : Jackson Bowley