Unter Commemoration July 29, 2020

Things don’t feel the same.

The porch is quiet.
Now only treats and food for one dog are brought to the porch.
There isn’t a sense of going to sit with you.
Your water bowl isn’t filled for you.
Outside, things are still.
There’s no brushing of you,
or cleaning your eyes,
or rubbing your ears.
Things are still.
Things are quiet.

Seeing a video of you
on the porch
eating treats
and one out in the yard
trying to get you
to bark a certain way.
There was happiness in seeing you,
but sadness that you are gone.

Things are quiet.
Things don’t feel the same.