PAW PRINTS IN THE SAND

At times, the best thing to do is the most painful oneboomer15

To say goodbye

To let go

To hold his little head in the cup of your hands

As the spirit starts to leave

But lingers

To make sure you are fine

His life passes me by in the rapid pages of pictures drawn

His presence still licks my face

On the heavy mornings when his memory wakes me up

His innocence rubbed off onto me oh, so gently

I didn’t realize when I started seeing the world

Through his immense brown eyes

He lifted me up from the groundboomer23

Leading me with his little paws

Through undiscovered paths

Where my tears became laughter

And his past suffering opened the doors of joy

We were siblings

We were a mother and her son

We were best friends

And in the end

We didn’t close the book

But continued filling pages with springs, pages with summers, pages with leaves, pages with snow

I love you

You were the best dog

Because you were an unconditional being boomer11

Because one couldn’t exist without the other

Or so I thought

Since now I must exist without you

You had a way

Of quietly crawling into one’s heart

Likewise, quietly, with my eyes burning

And the little strength left in my hand

I tell you, Boomer… Thank you… Good night.

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NINGBO, CHINA

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Soggy memories add heaviness

To gloomy days like this

I repent and regret

Not to have loved enough

To have let go too fast

To have dreams

To have had dreams that I never shared

wp-1489246984760.jpgI mimic a stork

Entangled in a fisherman’s net

Where to go… I aim to flap my wings

Where to go… my wings cry in shame

Looking back my pierced mind wanders

And wonders

Why my existence seems meaningless in the big picture

On the horizon

The bright lights remind me of home

While the fireworks attempt to shoo away the evil souls

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But where did happiness go

I’ve broken so many hearts

I’m sweeping away the pieces from the floor

Accidentally I sweep away a piece of my heart too

In this place

The only way out is alcohol

Or faith

When it rains God opens His gates to listen to prayers

Praying to be able to find a blue sky

Behind this misty afternoon.