audreySL

when I was in fifth grade, 

my dog died.

we had her before I was born.

we cremated her.

darling i think the prettiest thing of it is that i

have been dreaming about this moment since i was little,

pressing my mouth to the back of my hand to see what it felt like to be touched like that,

Your hair danced in the wind

yesterday, and the trees

turned your eyes green.

You took

a photo of me, my skin 

flushed from the fire, my 

eyes closed on accident

and I took one

A day as grey as

the clouds above it

And the hills, which have changed from green to orange to purple to a deepest blue in the fading light

with a few bursts of yellow from the beech trees, holding on in their marcescence

he wakes me up at 7:00 on the dot. he jumps into my bed and licks my face until i sit up. he bounds around on three legs. a dog took his other one. he was adopted from foster care.