Pawprint Imprint

Poetry, Uncategorized

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You will not be at the door

and maybe never wait for me again

by the road or on the tiles.

Night walks to look at the moon

or smell those passing scents

as the street quietens, are over.

Now, you have gone home, forever,

away from us and our loud songs

of love and fear and frustration.

But there is s small song I will always sing

my pawprint imprint

under the skin.

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