She is no ghost
who follows close
who leads me on my path
In depth of night
I sense her light
more than a memory cast.
No trick is this,
nor mind amiss
I reach to touch her fur.
So close and here
just yesterday
a running, happy blur.
On path of woods
is where she stood
and still waits eyes aglow.
and still I see her
everywhere
she does not want to go.
My hands can’t reach
across this breach
but my heart can clearly see,
that gorgeous girl
my favorite friend
a vivid memory.
T.
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