When She Sees Me Cry July 7 The dog still kisses away my first few tears when she is visiting me. But then, she sweetly lays down to rest. Perhaps because she loves both of us. Perhaps because she knows my tears are for you. Thunderstorm July 9 What is it about thunderstorms that makes me miss you more than any other time? I think it is because of how we both loved them. We always watched intently, listened to them closely, or made love in the midst of them. I think it is because you and I — we were like a thunderstorm. The Rug July 11 The dog did something so sweet and funny today. Remember how every rug we ever bought for our own feet just became another bed for her? It would take her less than a day to win it for herself. It took her longer to discover the new one; she hasn’t been going upstairs. But today she hid up there, and I found her on my little rug. I laughed just like we used to, and scooped her up for a kiss. I couldn’t tell you, of course. Because the rug is in my room at the foot of the bed. The bed in the room that was ours; the one you left one day, and then, forever.
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