Carmin

[ichbinenteli]

Never again will a hear the jingling of the chained links of her necklace. I won't see her bright hazel eyes staring at me begging for me to throw a ragged green plush duck. Her bark will no longer resound in the halls of now lonely apartment. No spinning in circles in excitement before our morning walk. No more morning walks. No curled up Carmin laying on my towel waiting for me to get out of the shower. No vying for my attention when company has come over - jumping in what remains of my lap when someone else was there. She won't roll over on her back anymore waiting for me to rub her belly. No more Carmin kisses.

I miss her so much. I keep expecting her to ambush me from around the corner. I woke up and went to the closet to get her food as is the morning ritual... She took her duck with her, I know she'll be swinging it around in her mouth - I hope she find someone to throw it for her and play tug of war in that mighty place. I kept her sheep, an olfactory relic so she doesn't stray too far from my heart.

I have her foot print in ink, which I'll have inked on my skin as a constant reminder of an undying love.

I still taste her blood on my mouth.