Ann Munday's musing
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Anita
I wait for the sound of her paws
I yearn for the look in her eyes.
I miss the furry warmth of her body,
and I simply can't let go of the pain.
I wake in the morning, she's not there.
She rests in my heart.
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