I keep seeing you, in the unlikeliest places
Certain that you were in the corner
Last night under the street lamp
The scratch of a match as you lit your pipe
And there by the lake, striding
In front of me, just out of earshot
As I run to catch up, my legs turning to lead
You turn the corner out of sight.
And often when the thunder rolls
The dogs whine, their ears pinned back
I talk to them softly in a sotto voice
Finding comfort in words we left unsaid.
You don’t say much, you don’t need to
Your baritone resonates in my head.
Cutting corners, taking turns
I cannot let you remain dead.