Sin Zapato

I am somehow all things at once.

Mostly furious. Broken. Untethered. Hiding from every step I have to take without him. And yet, unable to sit still in it. In my heart.

Sometimes upright. Sometimes doubled over.

I am a desperate chant. A mantra.

Come back to me, puppy.
Come back to me, puppy.
Come back to me, puppy.

Wish me well, earthly tribe, as I get up from this couch. And walk out the door. Through this brutal autumn. Toward another moment without him.