dog

the ball did not matter     to him,
it was the play,
the movement and bright colors,
it was the     interaction,
and i cannot escape the same need,
the same desire,
for bright places           people,
what we had in common,
what he learned from me,
even as i sit here        now
without movement
in this room with curtains pulled
tight      not right
missing him
and life
and trying to                 understand

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