Your Pet Loss Poems

'What About Tomorrow?'

by Elizabeth
(USA)

What can I do tomorrow without you?

WAITING FOR THE DAWN DOESN'T MEAN THE SAME

when the two of us can't feel it together.

WHAT GOOD IS THE EARLY MORNING FIRE

when the warmth doesn't come from you?

THE MANY SPECIAL TIMES,

quiet times,

PERSONAL TIMES,

when a soft nudge and gentle eyes

GAVE ME PEACE ---

They are all now trapped in

MY WOUNDED HEART THAT CAN ONLY JUST REMEMBER.

The many reminders, which like clockwork,

STILL TURN MY HEAD TO CHECK YOUR BOWL,

move my hand to offer you treats, and

SPEED MY FEET TO WALK THE FAVORED PATHS

now just take my breath away.

I STRAIN TO HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT AND LISTEN FOR

the reassurance that you are by my side,

RESTING COMFORTABLY BY MY CHAIR

with puppy dreams and noisy air.

EVERY RATTLE OF A DOG SIZED DISH AND A MEAL NEXT

to your spot leaves me feeling selfish

THAT I'M HERE AND YOU'RE NOT.

But I'm still around for some reason

OTHER THAN TO HURT SO MUCH FOR YOU.

Maybe you were in my life to teach me what to do?

JUST COME, PLEASE COME, LEAN ON MY ARM AGAIN.

I need you to help me through this awful, awful thing.

YOU'LL BE WITH ME FAR PAST FOREVER

because I know I can't do this alone.

YOU FLOOD MY THOUGHTS WITH TIDAL WAVES

of love then loss and sorrow.

THEY WASH OVER ME WITH SO MUCH FORCE

that I feel there will be no tomorrow.

I'LL BE HERE ON YOUR BEACH, COUNTING EVERY GRAIN OF SAND,

waiting for you to join me again, man's best friend and man.


IN HONOR OF PRESTO: 6/30/98-1/21/09
(BETH & FOYE TERRELL)


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