This time
I’m walking forward and you are beside me,
four paws padding along,
wet nose nudging my palm now and again,
assuring me you’re there.
This time
I waken to the whining cries
of someone small who is not you,
blessed and depressed.
Time tricks,
I see your silhouette,
hear a gentle woof on the wind,
look around knowing it’s not,
wishing it was.
Now, time
reminds me that life is a tapesty.
Joys are woven in the warp;
we weave grief in the weft,
dark streaks that might be tears,
alongside the lemon-bright thread of laughter.
This time,
I’m grateful to wrap myself tight
in the memories of you. Grateful
as I go about another day.
Shawn L. Bird 