the first day during a tragedy

the first day during a tragedy,

you react.

to the things in front of you,

to the sounds that stop you in your tracks because you think it might be him scratching against the fence,

to the messages on a post you will delete.

you miss them before they are gone,

and you know they are,

even before you really do.

I prayed hard enough that I got to say goodbye,

but not hard enough to save him.

from tiny beginnings,

you grew not as big as you could have.

despite supplement,

life has its way of limiting one’s growth.

i still see you taking a much bigger shape,

tires and asphalt be damned.

sorry won’t say the ways i should have loved you and then some.

the second day during,

well,

i forgot.

but i will remember tomorrow.