Shiloe
by Charlene Funk.........................................
Love, the purest I have ever known never took from me but gave all it had. Such beauty in a single form but ah to mourn, to mourn that single wonderful form that gave back to me my breath, my tears, my laugh, my sighs. All I ask is the never answered why, and it will always be there without a breath, without a word spoken. Gone so quickly from me without giving a hint, not a trace of losing your breath. Empty rooms filled with endless memories, whispering your name in the silence. One day my heart will mend, but until then my sweet pup, I will meet you in my dreams.
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