Staring at the Sun
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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