Poem upon, the death of our dog, Lyntl

Today is Friday, 23 April 2010.

"Poem upon the death of our Dog, Lyntl”

It’s 1.19am, and
I’ve turned on all the lights in the house,

As if that will bring you back alive.

From your death yesterday.

I’ve looked in the frig, at the last meal,
That you couldn’t eat, remains
Uneaten.

See how much I love yo;u:
Even grammar
My oldest, trusted friend
Next to you

deserts me.

in your honour.