It was always you
I cant recall the colour of the sky
But thats not important
We were walking down the hill
When I noticed that you were limping
So I bent down to examine your paw
I can see something
A speck of white in your pad
Ive got it in between my fingernails
Its growing
Im pulling it
Its growing
Why doesnt it hurt?
Why doesnt it hurt?
Hurt?
It came out cleanly
There was no mess
A gigantic anchor made out of bone
We left it at the side of the pavement and walked on
I could hear you laughing
