Dogs

I see you in everything. It's impossible to forget. Surely you must know that? So why did you pretend you had? I've been left for the dogs, but even they don't want me. I dress like them, but act afraid, and I've heard that they can smell that. I know I can. I breathe it in-- it's toxic-- the air around the memory of you (the shadow of you) and I know in the end it'll just kill me. But I breathe it anyway because I can't move away.

"You will never know how much I understand you."