valentine day poem

three days ago
he had to go,
there was no denying it
but no more
his white paws on the side of the kitchen sink
some leafy greens,
a taste of flesh,
or the “human” tuna in olive oil
his neck resting on my leg
as we relax on the sofa
his curled up body
between my flank and arm
going into rem sleep
in my bed,
or the sound of him
calling me
as I ascend my stairs,
no more.


©- 2019 – Vittoria repetto

Posted on August 25, 2019, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Deborah Hauser

    A sweet tribute.

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