If you were here I would kiss your face.
Where am I to send these kisses
I kiss our kindred
It’s better to see all of one side
Half of each.
Today she came into the kitchen from the outside.
She nudged that door open with her nose, poked her face in, fixed her eyes on me and walked in, tail gently swaying side-to-side, just as you would have.
Like seeing my granddaughter, whose face evokes the thought of my own sweet child, her name filling my mind and heart. Unable to pass this point, unable to get daughter’s name from my head, in desperation, I must call her “Not-Kerry.”.
I rise and close the door.
It was “Not-You.”.
Just because you
And Precious to this
It isn’t So.