Friday, September 26, 2014

"Holding On"



Holding On



I can feel the ribs beneath her skin,
her heart beating,
her loud purr.

I whisper,
“Don’t go.  Don’t go.”

But pets leave.
Friends leave.

There’s not a damn thing
you can do about it.

“Don’t go.  Don’t go.”

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