The last night of November
The frost crept through the door.
It seeped through my fingertips
And turned my blood to snow.
World still dark
Warm and milky, your breath tickled my cheek.
Your gentle scent and mild heat
Nestled against my arm and neck
And began to thaw
The ice from my lungs.
Together in near silence,
Two slow breaths formed as one
With your weight upon my chest.
I am comfortable in your presence.
The shivers in the air dissipated against your frame.
The dawn chased the dreams, faded, from my mind
And drew the sleep from my eyes.
I see you, my wordless companion;
Has it already been eight years?
Sophie, my precious pup, life is better when you’re near.
LC Anderson High School
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