Remembering

For the dverse post. I hope dogs are allowed. They don’t need an explanation.

Remembering

It’s been a year since your heart spring broke
from too much winding, giving, loving,
since those deep brown eyes looked about
one last time to find mine,
before the drugged veil came down.

I hope they were there to guide your steps,
mother, perhaps a sibling, that your steps
grew young and light again, as they led you
into the spring, across the bridge,
to the great boundless field
where greyhounds run
forever and ever.