George Lober

After Putting the Dog Down

At first a sudden sense of wrenching loss,
an irreparable tear in the air,
an eclipse passing steadily across
the clock above the door as we stand there,
statues in an examination room,
neither of us able to speak or leave,
two spirits now bound to an instant tomb,
reluctant to join the living and grieve.
And yet, eventually we comply,
leave the room, the body behind, return
to the car, the same traffic, same winter sky,
and silence as before, only to learn
nothing else in the last hour has changed—
except us, now torn apart and rearranged.

George Lober

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