The Most Powerful Picture
By Carstens B
Published 15 September 2017
It slithers across, as I open my drawer
Over a smooth, white surface
Pens, gliding over it.
Scratching it.
Fading it.
I pick it up,
And stare,
Into dark sandy eyes, looking straight back at me
It reminds me, to look out my window,
And see him.
Chasing his older sister,
Trying desperately, to claim back his juicy bone
I move it through my hands
And feel it
Close my eyes,
And remember—
That first day I saw him
Cuddling up against me
While he thinks, of his future
With me
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