Like A Dog Chasing Its Tail Poem by Mark Heathcote

I woke up one morning, and you were gone
But there you were still wearing my ring
How could I be so wrong to think you, mine?
I looked for any old similarities' found none
I was lost, and not a trace of you-lingered on
I was at a station with no destination known
And more luggage than I knew what to do with
I queried your eyes thinking does she see me
Am I even here, is someone else speaking for her?
And then I wept a silent tear; I didn't show it
That would have just been too weird. So I left
Because she asked me to but where do I go,
I don't know I beg my shadow to lead the way
But like a stray dog chasing its tail, I wake each day
At morn and, if I had one, I'd look across the lawn
Look for your coming, calling me back home.