Dogs

We are old dogs, lost, forgotten, old wanderers who linger around old places we used to go to and dream about old girls who used to love us.

Old souls who wander around the old places of the world where once people, lovers, the young hung, hanged, lived, loved, lingered listlessly in the lilting light of lost sounds and moments hung on a string.

We forget everything we ever knew except for the people who used to know us or we dreamed we knew them.

We miss them.