The cars are rolling past. A woman has on very tall boots. A man with a case unzipped heads out the door. Everyone looks at the dog chained to the post. And I get a chill from the cold.
Everyone I recognize but no one I know.
Everyone's a stranger when you're all alone.
He sniffs the air, his nose moving back and forth, waiting, he knows. He knows she will be back, and when she is, he will be so happy, his body will shake. He will wag his tail. A tall boy and his date give the dog a sad smile.