Familiar

For OctPoWriMo, Day 7.

Familiar

His dog never knew him sober

he became someone else.

So when he again started drinking

she wagged her tail.

Her friend returned.

She couldn’t comprehend his turmoil

although he said the words to her.

They were too abstract, not:

down, drop, walk, eat.

She knew his scent again.

He smelled like her caretaker.

This person she loved, knew.

 

end 10/7/2016

S. Darlington

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