Mile
Marker 104
It’s a part of life:
The co-worker’s mother,
A friend’s father,
An acquaintance’s wife,
And his brother,
The neighbor’s dog.
But at mile marker 104,
That still, furry body struck
A deep sadness in my heart.
No one to hug, no one to console,
Nowhere to direct my grief.
Between 104 and 106, hold on
To it, out of respect.
Then, forgotten.
