Again
A dog returns to who it remembers, and stays.
Not everything that is forgotten is lost.
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Her perfume wafts through my nostrils
Teases my -
Nose.
Again.
The rubber bone she left -
For me.Ā
Hardy. Present.
Again.
I sniff her Chanel on the doormat.
I'm here.Ā
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She opens the door.Ā
I jump on her.
She. Steps. Back.
I jump on her.
She. Walks. Back.
Again.Ā
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I see her.Ā
She pats me -
Cautiously.Ā
Her wrinkled hand
still on the door.Ā
Ready -
To close.Ā
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I sit.
Offer the paw -
She taught me.Ā
Again.Ā
Gaze expectantly-
Again.
She nuzzles.Ā
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Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
For Vocal's What Comes Back challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (4)
I love that you wrote this from a dog's perspective, Michelle! ā¤
So beautiful, Michelle.
I love pet story, it bring me back to when I had pets. š„°
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