Poetic Excuses

I Don't Want To Hear It

"They'll come home."
You don't know that. No one does.

"They're fine."
How do you know? One of them is supposed to die within the next two years.

"They're nearby."
What if they're dead? Then they aren't anywhere to be seen unless you expect me to stare at their corpses.

"It's okay."
Two more of my best friends are gone. I've neglected them both. I just want to apologize to them.

I stopped jogging Luckee around the yard once my hip hurt.
I stopped petting Rozi and hanging out with her so much once Luckee was born.
I stopped saying 'Good Morning' or 'Good Night' like I used to.

I miss them both so much and it hasn't been 24 hours. I want them to come home. I want them back. I miss playing with his fur on his shoulder blades. I miss her warm, bright eyes and her soothing barks of greeting.

I just want them home. I'm not hungry. I'm not tired. I'm not feeling creative. I don't want to do anything but search.

I'm depressed. I'm scared. I'm worried. I miss them.

I don't want to hear anything about them. A hug makes me want to burst into tears and scream. I don't want any if it. It won't help.

I want to hear that they are okay. I want you to show me they are safe. I want to see them myself. I want to wrap my arms around them and cry. I want to see them come home.

I know you're just trying to help, but it isn't working. Words don't help.