When my horse died
part of me evaporated
like the fog’s mist in the morning sun.
The world as I had known it,
became still.
To acknowledge her silent journey from one dimension,
part of me evaporated
like the fog’s mist in the morning sun.
The world as I had known it,
became still.
To acknowledge her silent journey from one dimension,
into the next.
Someone said, I'm so sorry for your loss.
What?
When my horse died,
she left me
and now, without her
Someone said, I'm so sorry for your loss.
What?
When my horse died,
she left me
and now, without her
I need to figure out where I am.
(((((Ralph)))))
ReplyDeleteAs it is with me, 38 years later. There will never be another and many, many have tried but they are only skin deep. They don't penetrate to the heart.
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Janie