Wordless Love
in this light-shortened night
I draw near the fire
with my old black dog.
neither of us
can keep our feet warm
anymore.
I place my hand on his ribs
and watch them rise and fall,
feel the beating
of his precious heart,
and know then the sharp dread
of the beginning of ending
of dissolution, of the warm
moist breath of emptiness,
of loss, of the exquisite fragility
of this simple, bottomless
wordless love
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Words escape me for you have captured it … simple, bottomless wordless love
this came from an evening when I put my hand on his too skinny chest as he slept and became acutely aware of his, and by immediate extension, my own mortality. sweet sadness