Oh, this living without is so within
Memories alone call the horses home;
Breath, ever-breathless, rides a longing wind.
They’re gone–my Love, loves, my dogs, comrades, too:
Daily companionships once close at hand,
Gone in obits and places far away.
Home alone, I call to them everyday;
Shop, eat out — move alive where others move.
I answer mail, my kids come by to check
My status —  where sun still shines–sky’s still blue.
Saddle still holds me and all of YOU! YAH!!!
Oh, this living without is so within
Memories alone call the horses home;
Breath, ever-breathless, rides a longing wind.

—mdok—10/5/18 —

My Love, Marilyn’s Birthday: gone since  5/25/2009