As I exited.
Not just the house,
but the summer’s life whims of others.
This time I sigh,
I have grown weary
of a life filled with seasonal beings.
Swallowing this truth,
like a pill that sticks in the throat
I begin to inspect the current state
The wounds from fighting he always has
The current weight loss
New spots that now adorn his
Pristine white coat,
As though this short passing
Solstice had stained us both.
Yet, we both seemed more content
Than the year prior.
That 100 days should truly hold such a vast amount of change.
Yet, it had.
So I lovingly greet him with a smiling honesty I myself had yet to know.
Gently, caressing his favorite places,
I grin and say,
Or right on time cursed familiar
I never really know.’
As I exit the porch,
Close the car door,
And only make less time
For the important things.