The Eternal- A Poem

My best friend sleeps on the floor

Not far from me, limbs jerking

Small paws and one broken nail

A quiet rush against the blue fabric

Of a dog bed and forgotten dreams.

I watch her

I think about the old days of a young puppy

Days when we would walk the

Rain soaked streets of Portland

When we’d sit in a dark bar together

And I would drink a cold beer while she slept.

And I watch her now

A little older now,

White streak hairs dotting her chin although

She looks the same to me

She has not aged

Because I am and will be just a sad man

Sat alone in a west coast bar

And her bed will never be empty

The dreams will always live on

Her paws kicking in deep sleep with the understanding

Now both mine and hers

That the best things in life

And all that we will ever have

Will not and cannot ever die.