It may not last
The space of a whisper
The meeting of lost waves
Or the touch one cannot forget
But may remain as a name
A goodbye on a rainy day
When lost waves became sea again
And old dogs slept to the sound
Of knowing that at sunset
There will be wood in the fireplace
A warm blanket upon the floor
And simple love to take and give
Even if it may not last
The space of a whisper
March 8, 2016
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2016
Photo of my dogs, in trust and in comfort, near a lake in
Virginia.
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