Two months after
that day
I drove to the farm,
sat in the driveway for hours
inside the car
with my eyes closed.
Memories flashed like an
old-time flipbook -
still images creating the motion
of our eight years together.
A nod, smile, laugh, gesture, inflection,
hug, kiss, touch, gaze - all passing
before me
like the final moments death brings.
And so it had.

When evening came
I approached the white fence,
hopped up and sat like we would
watching the horses graze,
sharing our days,
planning adventures.
Oh, how you would have loved
the stars that...