i'll pick up the book,
the Red Comet, and begin
again
where i left off
last year.
i'm waiting for spring
to arrive
when i can sit
in the sun on the patio,
outside.
i almost don't want
to finish it
and have her
disappear,
and die.
i want to keep her alive
as long
as i can, i'm not sure,
exactly why.
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