Poem # 99 The Last time.

The loneliness of
another can be shocking.
when it lays itself bare
without warning.
I could feel the hollow
chill of her life.
In that moment her
features went skeletal
her beauty vanished
and it looked like
she had fallen to
scraped knees under
the weight of the rain.
" You hate me don't you?"
and she smiled with lips
that twitched at the corners.
"Just.......," she stood, a fist
clenched around her bag strap.
" Just....... fuck you."
She left the bistro and
I stayed where I was,
turned in my chair and
watched her walk up the
street through the drizzle,
bag swinging back and forth
against her hip, her steps
stripped of grace.
Why, I wondered does the finish
always have to be so messy.

                    June 2016, after snow.

Poem # 100 Goodbye little Dex

Goodbye little Dex

They were the three amigos
They were the three amigos
Mr Cu, Teddy, and little Dex
Together forever whatever the odds
Together forever they would go.

Now little Dex is dead and gone
His brave little growl is still.
He has gone to join the heavenly pack
An Angels space to fill.

He has gone, he has gone up the trail
His brave little growl is still.
He has gone to join the heavenly pack
And roam the heavenly fields.

Mr Cu and Teddy are feeling sad,
They are missing their little pal
but he has gone to join the heavenly pack
He has barked his last bow wow.

                   Goodbye little Dex 2011- 2016 no dog turned a love light on
                   with greater intensity.