我慌了神，把每条巷子喊成回音

寻数日，踪迹被雨洗得干净

某日街角撞见——

它瘦了一圈，毛沾着草屑

我扑过去抱起它，笑纹漫到耳根

它却转过身，目光飘向秋日高远的天空 ——                                                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         
那里游着几缕散云，正被风揉皱

像它流浪时裹过的旧毯子

风一吹，就散成细碎的风尘                                                                                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                                                                                                   
唉，那不是重逢该有的模样

它从前追萤火虫时，总盯着光的尽头

此刻它望向的，是流浪时追过的云影

或是我从未去过的远方

霎时，心悬在半空

手还停在它背上

凉得像它正望着的，秋云