life left in me

I bet
you’re just
like all
the rest;
not a dog,
you say,
but I see you,
running the
other way.
She barks,
you jump
and stop your
straying
with me,
now left
behind again.
In the light
I pretend
not to notice,
but by
daybreak
I’ve wilted
and there is
no life
left in me.