i trust the people who told me you had no hope
they stuck a needle in you and watched the tears roll down
my cheeks
and yours
yours were from an overdose of valium
mine were from the sorrow of our parting
they plugged it into you and trusted me
that i would never question what they did
and why you had to go

i don't
my questions go
in strange directions far from what
they thought I'd ask

I don't care if you'll dance with other dogs
in doggie heavens, noses running
i wonder if you're ok with the beating
that i gave you when you ate my potted plants
and if you'll run with me
in Prospect Park again some day,
to distances I never had the energy to go

Casey this is trust