Everywhere I go, it is with me;
In my pocket, my jacket, my purse.
The first day I wore it around my wrist,
But every step, every shift,
Brought the noise reminding me of you.
I come home from school,
The house empty...dead.
And I work on my homework diligently
Trying to ignore the screaming silence.
Sometimes I’ll glance around,
Your name half formed on my lips.
But--you’re not there.
So I bite my tongue, convincing myself
This is the reason for my unshed tears.
December 28, 2017--I loathe it.
It is seared into my brain, its claws latching on
Never letting go.
And all the memories of that day
Start up like a movie projector:
Mom: petting your head,
telling you what a good boy you always were.
Dad: joking how he would miss his “Poptart Buddy.”
Sister: twining her fingers in your fur,
Tears dripping down her face.
And when the needle had been pricked
When your heart stopped
And the light and in your eyes faded
I let out a heartbroken sob
That still rings in my ears.
There isn’t a day that I don’t miss you,
My loyal, fluffy Hershey-dog.
But maybe one day, I can think
Of all the good times we had
without it being so painful.
And so, I take the last part
Of you I have left
And carry it with me;
In my pocket, my jacket, my purse: