Poem #377

I thought he was dead
laying unmoving on the bed
next to me
he must have died in the night
he did not move
he did not stir
when I petted him
when I nudged him
I checked for breath
his eyes opened
he was alive
I realized
he hadn’t been so peaceful
in a long time
I forgot what it looked like

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