Goodbye, Amous

4:00 at night
I'm sitting in the
passenger seat
Still with the
faint scent of dog

I watch my mom take the box
 that's still wiggling
to the new owner

I feel tears building
in my eyes. I can't help but think
he'd be better
with me

4:30 at night
Staring at the
empty dog pen
Trying to convince myself
 he'll be alright