He Moved On...

He moved on…

Coming in with happier eyes,
he put his finger to his lips;
didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

When she couldn’t find him,
she went outside looking for his truck
and the dogs –

What she found was the dogs’ previous owner.
'Camille', she called herself,
Jumping from the cab, hugging her and talking
a mile a minute.

“He wanted to tell you in person”
“Is there anything I should know?”
“…just want your blessing”

‘Camille’ already had her mind made up.
She had her dogs back, a warm body to cling to during the cold nights,
and someone to feed her; protect her.

She walked away, stunned, not sure what she said or
didn’t say.
Just to go and find him.

He was leaning against the counter,
deep in thoughts made up of eleven years of memories.
When he turned to look at her, they all showed and played
across the span between them.

Goodbye will never be uttered, but it was felt,
even as her tears melted in the backs of her eyes.
And his reassurances of being best friends rang in her ears.

Being left is so entirely solitary that one never fails to recall
the sensation.

                                                                                                            SL (no G)   3/1/17

                                                          (Taken Feb. 2017!)