Bamboo Memories

 

I remember
sitting on the porch swing,
listening to the clack of the
bamboo wind chimes
which made me think of Africa.

How we'd sit there,
of an afternoon,
just being,
just loving.
Happiness.

I worked hard for
so many  years,
to keep the wolf from the door -

and then I let him in!
And what joy
was ours,
those fourteen years
that will never be enough.

You were disguised as a wolf-dog.
But I had known you
in other lifetimes,
and your eyes recognized me
the way a human would.

We both wore disguises.
I was a wild spirit
trapped in an aging body.
We limped along together,
towards the end,
me ever aware,
as your footsteps padded beside me 
on those late evening walks,
that one day 
they no more would.

I still pine for you.
I pine.

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