it was mid march....
our bdrm poorly heated, not wanting too but duty calls..
king our dog needs to relieve himself as do i
i run down letting our 10 pound yorkie to his thing ,quickly i call out;
king lets go....
thick ice piles the trees quite heavy and snow continues to flood the yardi scurry towards the bathroom then jus as fast i climb upon our bed...
''Baby wow your so bloddy cold '' i quietly mumur as i postition myself to crul snug next to himthen my world stopped , or so it feels...has remained in such exact feeling from the day till now.
please 4give me as i do realize this "poem" or whatever youd call it kinda sucks , but i had to start somewhere.
ill be bak

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When i realized it was to late....
Poetryshort story/long poem/loss of my loved one