when i saw you there, unwilling to move from the wreckage of your fallen friend, i thought about size and my incorrect assumptions on your capacity to grieve.
i picked you up from the sad shells strewn on the concrete ground and you strained your fleshy foot away; one last gesture of your reluctance to let go.
i hope you know i sympathize; sometimes the only way forward is standing still.
thats heartbreaking. poor little guy...
September 22, 2011 at 12:52 PM
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