The Halter Of Never Letting Go!

6.00 o'clock every morning
I see it
Coiled around the cloud pink hook.
I see it
Lost in a circus parade; lost
Amongst a sad shaded crowd —

I lean to feel the pain,
I lean to feel the hope,
I lean to remember.
The trail that intwines amongst the gentle rope
Its strength is the red pound in my chest

Memories fade — gallop and go, mine remain.
I'll always remember her cheeky smile
I'll always remember her desire to eat-anything
I'll always remember her loving pound
I'll always remember, because she is nowhere to be found.

As the weight disconnects from me,
I feel different; I feel alone
6.01... until tomorrow.