Fluffy

Fluffy

A description,

A feeling,

A pet.

A pet,

My pet.

Since first grade;

Eight years ago.

 

December 9th,

A day,

A moment,

A sorrow.

A sorrow,

My sorrow.

 

Heart,

An organ,

A necessity,

Torn.

Torn,

Torn by things not controlled.

Can’t be controlled.

 

Life,

Fate,

Destiny,

God’s Will,

The names are plentiful,

Yet so is the hurt

It leaves behind.

 

Name,

A noun,

A description,

A word of hurt.

A word of hurt,

Now I can’t speak the word.

The mention of her name,

Brings tears to my eyes,

No matter if

The memory is happy

Or funny.

 

She

Is gone.

And will remain so,

Until the day,

When I enter

The pearly gates of Heaven.

 

Time,

A healer,

A thing,

A hope.

A hope,

My hope,

That the hurt death

Leaves behind,

Will be cured

By Time.

Maybe it will,

Maybe it won’t,

But,

Either way,

Life must go on.

 

The End

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