Seeing You

Seeing You

I see them, those dogs running around behind the glass windows. I take their picture. I go back and take more pictures. It is you—it is you I am after. They are like you and I want a memory of them. It hurts me. I cannot live with them; I cannot live with them either. That is not possible. You are no longer part of this Earth.

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