Things left unsaid

Somewhere between Borges and Bukowski, daydreams, and city lights, I wait for you. But a dog waiting rarely raises a concern. Didn’t it take years for Hachiko’s love to be understood?

I am a lesser dog. A vagrant on the loose. Somewhere in these mean unforgiving streets, you once looked at me kindly and my life was changed for better.

And every time that I see you, my heart is a balloon about to burst. Such is this happiness that I want every doggo to experience it.