This morning, I had a revelation…
I don’t see as well when you’re not next to me…
I don’t hear as well without your presence…
If I ever lose you, I will lose part of myself.
Alone, I have myself with all my worries and anxieties…
I often try to escape them…
However, it proves to be just a short numbing of my senses…
And though I flee myself a thousand times, myself follows me there.
My thoughts with you, are the most beautiful thoughts in my world…
Magic things happen when we walk hand in paw…
That spot stays shady most of the day…
Filled with sighs and laughter and smiles.
Without those memories I am stuck with my own…
They are not nearly as dear…
Most of them are about digging holes…
Finding juicy grubs or burying bones.
You know, only the depth of absence robs our happiness…
Placing us somewhere tightroping on a narrow rope…
Focusing on the single black rose in the bouquet…
When we could be focusing on each other.
I love you,
Annie