When we lose a four-legged
06/17/2011 05:24 p.m.



They fall in private,
These second-hand tears
Shed for a most decadent blossom;
In honor of the loss
Of her four-legged companion.

But in her grieving glow,
I smile with a straight back
So she can lean,
Bereft,
On a creature of momentary substance.

Such a brilliantly faceted heart,
Smudged for a time
In the shadow of mourning.

I am currently: trying to not cry at work
Listening to: mostly business as usual