it's not easy.
the needle going into the dog.
the history
of you and your life
with her.
a blink of both your eyes.
the world betrays us
with illness
and death.
the sun is no longer
the sun.
the blue is wrenched
out of the sky.
each breath
is a reminder
of what was, and now
what is.
the absence of love,
a love that was so sweet
is gone.
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I saw this before, but the heartache was too deep to reply. Too fresh.
Now, with three weeks to grow accustomed to the quiet and the absence of her fur clinging to my clothes, I can say thank you for the poem about my sweet dog, Cosa. ♡♥♡
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