I miss.
I have missed going to see you Chuck.
To laugh, maybe cry.
So the costume, of lights and satinΒ
sits balanced upon a rusty wire hanging.
I know I shall not be able to go next year,
the body already laughs at me even thinking about it.
So Chuck, wait to say to you?
To keep the boys content with mirth and music.
I do wonder about Miracle .
Is he happy?
I would like to think so.
There are those fools who say,
animals have no soul.
I call them cat lovers.
Content to let us serve them.
To wonder house to house, allowing other families toΒ
love them without having to show it back.
I would not call it heaven if I could not greet my friends
who stood by side for eighteen years.
I miss them still, I think I always shall.
I am told not to get another, my heart would not
be able to take the grief of losing them again.
But it feels to incomplete.
Not to have anyone to be able to love me back.
Is that how you felt Chuck?
That we did not love you enough.
So rather then try to teach us to share our hearts again,
is better to destroy. To erase any little sign that we even
existed. I think I understand you a little better.
And it frightens me.















