Gone
I saw you in the window
But you weren’t there.
I saw you at the front door
And on your favorite chair.
I held you in my arms
You didn’t fight to go.
You smelled the fresh scents in the air
You heard a passing crow.
You knew we loved you
We could see it in your eyes.
You knew we couldn’t part with you
We heard it in your cries.
I’d like to think of you a year ago
when you were big and strong.
I merely think of you a week ago
When you weren’t gone.
(2001)
I wrote this after the death of a special pet.
