SAMHAIN

photo collage by Steve, The Unknown Gnome

They say the dead are among us,

we just can't see them.

On Samhain,

when the veils between the worlds

are thin,

are your paws padding softly beside me,

as they for so long did?

I keep waiting,

for the weight of your snout

on the side of my bed,

but it does not come.

Perhaps just a hint

of a cold breeze on my cheek,

an ache, some tears,

a sigh.

Where have you gone,

my big, noisy boy,

when I can no longer feel you,

other than a missing

that goes on forever,

in my heart?

Shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United.