I said goodbye to an old friend a few days ago, but I can’t seem to let go.
I still call his name.
I still look for him when I pull in the driveway.
I still reach for his bowl.
I still search the house for him.
I want to feel his presence again.
I feel like I betrayed him. There was nothing else we could do.
He was playful, smart, protective, loyal, loving, stubborn, afraid of fire and thunderstorms, part fish, pampered, spoiled, loved. I will never forget him.
by W. S. Merwin
Your absence has gone
Like thread through
Everything I do is stitched
with its color.
**Thanks to Erin Golden for sharing this poem with me.