Lost Name Tag
by tonestarts
· 29/04/2026
Published 29/04/2026 08:51
Just lying there, on the cracked gray,
a glint of metal, small and round.
A dog tag, silver, worn away,
no owner, no warm body, no sound.
A tiny monument to a name
I'll never know, a lost address.
Left to the sun, a quiet shame
of something broken, comfortless.
What good is a tag without the dog?
Just a cold, flat disc, heavy still.
Like a piece of an old, forgotten log,
floating in a stream against its will.