Small Hole

There’s a small hole in the fabric
of the universe today.
Nothing large and gaping, like where
a black hole might have sway.
But a fleeting hole through which a
a dog might jump and play.

And so I sit alone to cry and
shoulder my dismay
For death has left me here to
feel my life in disarray,
My little dog has gone on through,
now forever passed away.

There’s a small hole in the fabric
of my universe today.