I ended up walking to class after my car broke down in the middle of the road. That was another problem that would have to wait to be fixed.
Walking along the street with no sidewalk, I came across the dead raccoon. The same dead raccoon we saw together in the fall when we used to drive together to school.
The dead raccoon you wanted to pick up so we could collect the bones when it decayed. It was raining then, and the thought of a wet carcass in my trunk didn't appeal to me.
We left it there after I shot down your excitement. I left you in the winter for many reasons, but also for no reason at all. It's spring now.
We're in different places, but the raccoon is still here.