Miscounted memories

by Muran   Apr 1, 2012


When I got that call,
After such a long time,
It didn't take a second,
To recognize her voice.
Come home, if you are free,
I want to walk with you in the garden,
Talk to you for hours,
To regain my energy,
I left with you years before.
Being alone made her so angry,
She was violent,
When I met her last,
She and dog was at home,
He is my protector,
No other dogs are willing to protect me,
It stuck as an arrow in my heart,
I didn't answer to that comment.
Her dog had my name,
She said sorry,
It is the previous owner named him,
Her dog was not happy with me,
He continuously barked and showed his arrogance,
She chained him and told to keep silent,
But he was still groaning,
Everything made me uncomfortable,
I knew it was intentional,
But I thought,
let it give her the pleasure she is seeking.
The gates and doors were open,
Still I rang the doorbell,
She appeared in a wheelchair,
I surprised to see that,
She smiled, a minor stroke,
Landed me on this chair,
Why you didn't tell me,
I opted this life to be alone,
So I must cruise this ship alone,
Where is your dog?
He passed away last week.
If you help, I can walk slowly,
No, I will take you in my hands,
I took her in my hands,
Walked through her garden,
She held her hands through my neck,
She touched all flowers, smelled them,
Brought some to my nose to smell them,
Shook them to spray water over my face.
I felt, I am in the heaven of a life,
I drove her to the restaurant,
Took her in my hands to the seat,
Fed her, with her favorite food.
Tears rolled over her eyes.
When reached home,
I took the chain of her dog,
Rolled over my neck,
And gave the other end at her hand....

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