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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

thats heartbreaking. poor little guy...