Each time I pass this street <br />My soul rolls back <br />To that dusty day. <br />It happened sometime between <br />This painful end of time <br />And two years of grey. <br /> <br />The smoke eddied to the beat <br />Of the engine's drone <br />And disfigured steel. <br />And he gave one last wink <br />As he lied there splayed out <br />Beneath the car wheel. <br /> <br />Everytime it passes over me, <br />Everytime I forget <br />That my dog is really gone, <br />I see those pawprints <br />Printed on the now-dried cement <br />And my world again <br />Comes undone.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-pawprints/