Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Best Friends

She died
Just an hour ago
Left nothing
but her ole dog.

Memories
In that old house
Pour through the windows
of her days long before.

Lonely,
I imagine she wasn't
With that ole dog.

Her chair still rocks
As though she's still there
A secret shared
between best friends.

In her chair
she still sits
Her ole dog,
still,
by her feet.

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