Chasing Charlie Poem by Ouch G. Hetrick

I was hiemal and isolated
that winter season, when I
lumped inside that empty rune.
The time I never knew about you,
I cut short my heart and reason.

I swayed away the trail
of my innocent heart,
something no dog should ever do.

My movement lost communication.
I started to notice scars.
The lines and creases folded.
Heartwreck. Heartwreck.

Shivery steel and soft, used blankets
stand between me and an unknown.
My eyes droop and then close.
The sleep I sleep is confuzzled.

Even with dry food and wet drink,
I ached night and day for that empty hole
to be filled once more.
Heartvoid. Heartvoid.

Here I wait to recapture where
I lost faith. I curl and feel futile.
No one will come for me and I know.

I was then let down softly,
wrapped in sweet blankets.
The engines started and I woke up.

Gentle hums of music like clouds
spurt in patterns. Glee and soft cuddle
filled my dusty lungs. I breathed and wagged.

Here I waited to recapture where
I lost faith. Someone had come for me
but I was too tired to know.

I stare back and it only
excites me but I had to sleep.
My empty rhymes were repairing so slowly.
I slept satisfied.
Heartmend. Heartmend.

I am in a strange place.
There was no barking in my ears.
By me is a window, showing signs of a dawn.
I felt soft and warm.
I turned back and I saw myself.

What was me doing over there?
I am supposed to be where my self lay.
I couldn't reach there because it wasn't breathing.
I wasn't moving. It was not-breath.
I was not-breath.