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The Black Dog (it came to visit)

Sometimes the little black dog

comes to visit;

I see it in my mind’s rear-view mirror,

catch a glimpse of it as I move through the day,

see it in my reflection.

My mood is down

and I am quieter,

assessing all around me,

withdrawing into my shell.

It may stay for a few days,

keep me company,

run after thrown sticks …

eventually … it will grow tired of my way,

and we shall part.

But, I’ll always have that memory stored

within my heart.

1,000

I have died a thousand deaths,

taken a thousand last breaths,

said a thousand last words – none of them funny –

and, finally, closed my eyes

a thousand times;

only to live to see another day,

breathe in morning’s sweet scent,

listen, once more, to the variable wisdom of others,

and see that there are many things worth not dying for.