I whispered my last goodbye as I layered the last fill of soil onto the tiny little box...
It was almost unexpected, yet unsurprising...
For a little (mad) bundle of joy that was once so hyperactive and zippy: shoveling sand all over the place, gnawing a pretty bathroom dish in pieces, noisily churning the treadmill in the middle of the night, or chomping onto my finger in the middle of a testosterone-filled battle...
I tought he would have eventually recovered from his waning appetite, like he never failed to before...
I was wrong, I could have seen it coming...
When he started spending more time away from his little bedroom...
I'm so sorry...
I wish I could have done more in time...
But the time inevitable came...
These fond memories shall always be treasured...
Thanks for being the source of companionship all this while...
Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye by Cole Porter
"Everytime we say goodbye,
I die a little,
Everytime we say goodbye,
I wonder why a little,
Why the Gods above me,
who must be in the know.
Think so little of me,
they allow you to go.
"When you're near,
there's such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere,
begin to sing about it,
There's no love song finer,
but how strange the change from major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye."
No comments:
Post a Comment