I thought to find you on the path
Between the heather patches.
You were not there.
I thought to find you along the roads
From here to other places I traveled,
But there were no traces.
I thought to find you along the routes
Where I walked the dogs.
Of course, there you were,
Ready to laugh and say they loved you best.
As you always did.
Taking treats from your pocket,
You fed and petted them.
Looking up at me, you said I had more
Grey than last you saw, but it didn’t look bad.
Your idea of a compliment, I know.
I killed the weeds of anger over things like that.
Now I must learn to trim back the hedges of grief.
Get electric hedge trimmers you laughingly said.
Then whispered I should learn from the dogs
And you’d meet me along the path
Between the heather one day.
And that was all.
You were gone.