It is always the same I take the bus in the morning but I never get home, can’t tell the driver where to stop as I have forgotten the name of my valley.
I see it clearly when I close my eyes, a small cabin in the forest’s clearing. My dog is there....waiting and she has waited long.
She hears the sound of a bus nearing the clearing, but then it changes direction and the sound of its diesel engine fades slowly away.
She goes back to sleep, her patience is endless she knows she’s not forsaken. I will return to her when remembering where I live.
