The Truth of a Dog

She had lost part of the day 2

She had lost…a friend.

And, for the first time in a long while, I turned the car radio down.

I had pushed pass a time to begin…again.

My intention?

To pay attention to all the passing souls.

To give notice towards those for whom the bell has toll-ed.

And, as I flipped through the pages of memories.

I felt…

‘what a basic human need to concede…’

Give reverence to a friend’s remorse.

I wept audibly with the hum of my car.

Embracing those I had known.

How palpably they had gone.

But the gifts they gave.

They were never…too far.

Not too soon…Not too much later…

Her loss became my loss.

Than as if planned…

a spotted paw.

My dog’s intrinsic gesture to revoke the heart from breaking.

Not a genuflection of annoyance.

But a touch for understanding.

The mournful to look in his eyes…

Meant grief did not need to be just mine…for the undertaking.

I did not fall in love with him.  He fell in love with me.  He had seen  in me…all the good things I could not see.  The brashness in my style.  The progressing lack of smile.  Yet, during my indifference…he has been there all the while.

dog day 2

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