Ah, chasing after your runaway cat,
you found yourself plunged before a red traffic light.
A passing truck suddenly ran you over and drove away, while I screamed.
I began sobbing at the color of splashed blood mixed with your scent.
The heat haze was sneering at me, reminding me that it wasn’t a joke.
I blacked out at the cicadas’ noises that were disturbing the surface of the summer lake.