| Goodbyes carve canyons in the soul, Especially yours, my sweet Kuttush girl— A love like rivers, boundless, pure, Unmatched by any in this weary world.Lazy afternoons, your head in my lap, Soft sighs in sunlight's golden haze; Nights we'd share the bed's warm keep, Belly rubs and scratches chasing dreams away.Now silence steals those tender rites, No paw prints dance on shadowed floors; Only echoes whisper through empty rooms— Your memory, my forever, my heart's last shore. [link] [comments] |