there has been duty, quiet, tears
and just now

I am sad, alone, empty
No, not alone. Lonely!

Sure, there are words, the garden,
projects in no distinct order.

Breathe, look around. What’s missing?

The warmth of an other.

There is no other
beyond words and thought.

How often am I there?
Seldom.

Folks say get another dog.
I’ll just follow my feet.

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