Getting Ready to Go - Jan. 18, 2025

silence spreads between

ticks of the clock

as I gather my things

head out to run an errand

two dogs with empty faces

know the evacuation of love

from the prattle of keys

searching to fit the lock

through the slider I pity their

forsaken hearts and re-enter

dig out a hampered sweatshirt   

toss it on the sofa

both collapse

onto the smell of me

that ghost of me will babysit

until I return

and the apparition unites

with the touch and sight

and sound of me