So.
This was the morning.
The first morning in 15 years I woke up without my best buddy.
While these recent days, as he got older and older, the mornings were typically quiet instead of the earlier hustle and hyperness associated with border collieness there is still a silence that is somewhat overwhelming. There is an emptiness where the space was so full.
“and then there was one”
we stand
by the edge of the field
where tigger and ginger used to play
but today
there is silence.
and it seems
all the stars are without wishes
for they fall without a sound.
and it seems
the leaves are so still
and fall without a sound
for they desire to drop
without disturbing
the memory of what was.
we stand
by the edge of the field
and see
the emptiness
where once they were there
but now
there is silence.
and where they played
the grass stands alone.
i stand
and then there was
just one.