So much distance.
\nThe sun setting at my back.
\nWhose pet was I,
\nlittle dog?
\nYou are a star
\ndesolate in the cold.
\nAfternoon
\nhas burned itself away.
\nTime means nothing anymore.
\nWhat happens when we die?<\/p>\n
You became so still.
\nYour warmth stayed against me.
\nThen,
\nthe cold came.
\nI wept.
\nI buried you in the cold.
\nHow peaceful grief becomes!
\nI still look for you.
\nI still wave good-bye.
\nWill you find me
\nwhen I\u2019ve gone?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So much distance. The sun setting at my back. Whose pet was I, little dog? You are a star desolate in the cold. Afternoon has…<\/p>\n