Swirls | {Poems}

little shadow

In memory of Diamond 🐕 

Emptiness of a hollow

acorn shell, merely toss aside.

My little shadow is gone.

Time and time again, I pop my head

around the corner trying to capture

a glimpse of the friendly shade.

Reality blindsides me,

a freight train halts to a complete stop. I

continue going on about my business.

Once, my little shadow nipped, chewed

every little thing. Surrounding, leaving no remains. In

close courters, riding along with my own shadow in nightfall.

Her luscious hair was silky as lotion,

her shining chocolate brown eyes held

happiness with a pinch of mischief.

Being a perfect shadow, there with her.

Her last few breaths of life. Steady and

slow, tiny pieces of ash floating upward.

Her chest didn't expand,

My little shadow faded, blending

into the autumn sky.

People say time mends the wounds,

I hear the clicking of the hand, waiting

patiently. The pain is alive and

unseen to an observers' eye.

The ghost of my little shadow

will keep me scouting out for her.

The acorn molds into the soil, a speck

of emerald emerges.