dead dog

it's 3 am in a lonely dark room
the blinds shut tight,
an absence of light
if I had my way,
I wouldn't lie here alone
there would be love
in abundance
trying desperately to
get under my skin
making my heart race
and my head swim
twisting and squirming,
afraid of this feeling
always starts sublimely,
easing into my psyche
it builds so quickly
swept into it's swirling confusion
it dies in a rush,
no good reason given,
a forgotten favorite pet,
dead on the road
we go from beauty
to desperation
to roadkill...
willingly
wildly
repeatedly
the whole while
always alone, always alone
always wondering, never knowing
when it will return
god I miss fido
I wonder if the sun will come up today?