You’ve gone away now,
All I can think of is your face,
The games we played,
The snuggled conversations,
Light of your dark brown eyes,
Quiet sigh in my night,
But I will wait,
A good boy to the end,
Each day is longer than last,
Little wolf had gone,
Looking out my window,
Waiting for Willy
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Jamye Sharp
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Aw 😊👏This one feels symbolic.
I love how you showed us how hard it is to believe that Willy is gone, that you wrote ‘but I will wait’. This brought the poem to another level and made it that much more painful to digest. Thank you for writing this, I can’t leave my house without my necklace that has our dogs name and his ashes in it, I don’t think I will ever be able to.
So heartwrenching. My dog is 10 now, and my heart aches for the day I will have to say goodbye to him—I don’t know how I’m going to handle it. Pets are lifesavers, and we are truly undeserving of our babies.
Touching and heartbreaking! Great poem!