Boyden
You’re Not There
I reach out to touch
you, but you’re not there
I call your name; it
hangs in the empty air
I touch your lead; I
look at your empty chair
You’re not there
My days are long and
sad
You’re not there
My fingers ache to
stroke your soft fur
You’re not there
My arms ache to
cuddle you forever
You’re not there
Because you’ve gone to a place
Where I’m not there
Where I’m not there
Boyden 2001 -2013
2 comments:
That is so sad Carol; but such beautiful words x
Thank you, Toni. I knew one day I would write poems about him. This is the first. It helps. I know that he will always be with me. He was so precious.
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