so close i could
smell the sweet scent in your hair
so real i could
almost caress you.
the long hours we would spend
conversing
about the many things
i could never remember
but it was pleasant
all the same.

i opened my eyes and you ceased to be.

the phantasmagoria in my head.

-to my little furry friend-

a splotch of blue
a dab more of black
tone up the hue
or it'll be all out of whack
a flurry of fingers.
a death-defying pace.
lo and behold!

the magic
of grace.