It was already a heartbreak drive one of those days spent yearning for a former lover the wheel steers a bit slower I find myself generally less aware readily avoiding eye-contact with strangers. I make the same exit every day the one with the homeless man on the corner scrawny and tall with a little black dog he seeks to lock eyes an emotional alchemist of sorts turning guilt to money. I’ve seen it all before I know the story worked at the gas station down the street for many years seen sorrow on two legs in various forms. One with a leather jacket and nicer shoes than mine snags a coffee every morning but his walk remains strikingly slow as if he knows he’s welcome in no place and passes the day by moving, alone. Another lady screams frequently on the sidewalk her head twisting in circles even the shopping cart looks afraid as it rolls the other way. There are countless others some dealt a bad hand many addicted never having felt love others choose the life for the freedom they’re always the most functional of the bunch you can’t feel sad when they tell you it’s what they want and there are days when I catch a scene which fills me with some sorrow but today it flowed over me crashed and smacked me in the head as I watched a cop detain this particular man. He’s screaming hands held in the metal forced to the ground it’s difficult but I’m watching with more curiosity than grief until I see the dog tied to the big black backpack five times his size he pushes to his owner with such ambition the pack starts to move behind him as he barks at the cop who tries to calm both down. I could hear the pain in the howl the poor hound has no greater understanding he only knows his ride-or-die is being taken from him. I wonder if it's not the first time or if it’s simply intuition I can’t speak for the man but the dog has done no conscious wrong and on this day the sadness of the situation has shattered me.