He found me walking home one day, and he started to walk with me,
Every house we passed, he would run in and check for any food left out
And see if he could win a bite,
But then he’d catch up to me and walk at my side with happy pride.
He followed me four blocks
Until we came to a highway
And I turned to him and yelled at him to go.
His face turned to hurt fear and he left.
I crossed the road and regretted what I had done, turned and returned to the other side
and searched for him,
That black and white dog,
But he was gone and I couldn’t find him.
Chances come and go, but I had a chance to love and I let it go.
She stood in the morning light, a sad determined look on her face
And told me to leave.
I left and turned, looking one more time at her standing in the doorway
And my mind goes back to that black and white dog.
The real mistakes I have made haunt me, again and again,
They come like spirits at midnight and dance in front of me, screaming.
The woman didn’t matter, she found someone else and moved on
We did not suit each other,
She’ll never starve.
But that dog! What became of him?
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