Sometimes
The Moment Weeps
The automatic food bowl, feeds a dog I can’t forget
Calls her name and I just weep, I haven’t moved on yet
It’s a simple thing to alter, but I haven’t just because
It’s a memory I can’t let go, a raw and biting loss
Restless, listening to the quiet
4 am calls out to me
Though my body feels the tired
In the light of the tv
I toss and turn, scroll on my phone
Trying to find some peace
Fighting the fear of being alone
Some days it gets to me
I wipe my eyes, and settle in
My pillow brings a soft reprieve
I’ll get up soon and start again
But for now, I’ll try to sleep
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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