though I do not
what time

you were

I think it
fair to say
that this was

the shortest
of your life

and that
last night
was the longest
of mine

This is a tribute to our four-footed friend, Will. In writing, esp. Poems, I think it’s hard to show a genuine emotion, especially grief, without falling into sentimentality. Side-stepping sentimentality is hard, but I think by measuring words, and paying attention to an off-kilter or obscure detail (in this case, the unknown birth hour of a rescue dog), can amplify that emotion. After all, it’s the little details (a habit formed around a missing family member, spouse, or pet) that are often the most painful when we grieve.


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