Not everything that is forgotten is lost.
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Her perfume wafts through my nostrils
Teases my –
Nose.
Again.
The rubber bone she left –
For me.
Hardy. Present.
Again.
I sniff her Chanel on the doormat.
I’m here.
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She opens the door.
I jump on her.
She. Steps. Back.
I jump on her.
She. Walks. Back.
Again.
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I see her.
She pats me –
Cautiously.
Her wrinkled hand
still on the door.
Ready –
To close.
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I sit.
Offer the paw –
She taught me.
Again.
Gaze expectantly-
Again.
She nuzzles.
👉 🐾 🚪 🤍 🔁
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