With memories,
Mammals that stand on four feet or two,
Their passing stays with me,
Their memories consume me,
Tears cress my eyelids,
Empting out,
Believe me vacant , alone,
It’s not fair that they leave me alone,
A memory,
A photo,
In my ears I hear their heartbeat,
loneliness and poverty and death is all that awaits me,
More tears brim my eyelids,
Falling to the dust that is earth,
With a small poof,
They dissolved,
I love the device in Harry Potter,
That allowed you to shared in a teardrop, a memory of a moment,
Wish I had a lady to share those memories,
Before I do like that teardrop fall to Earth,
Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: The truth is in the pudding https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/val-whitewolf/episodes/The-truth-is-in-the-pudding-e2i6sa0
Val Whitewolf 