the dog spreads her body
across the couch’s head–
slung about awkwardly.
this is her position
of comfort.
and as I listen to her breathe,
I think of you and wonder
if you still fear loving
someone who isn’t afraid
of loving you.
17 thoughts on “thinking of you”
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A Cornered Gurl 
They called loyal more than others.
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Great poem, trE. I like the visual of the dog on the couch and your last lines.
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🙏🏾💜
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A true and wonderful type of love!
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🙏🏾💙
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That’s so beautiful, Tre.
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Hey, there. Thank you, Jeff.
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You’re welcome, Tre. Always.
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A friend told me after her beloved cat died that she would never have another; she thought it would not be worth it given the inevitable pain she would experience again. Fear of loving is fear of suffering, but there is no life without suffering. Quite a conundrum.
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A conundrum, indeed.
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our best friends!!
“if you still fear loving
someone who isn’t afraid
of loving you.”
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🙏🏾💙
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Amazing what makes us suddenly think of someone.
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Wow!!
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The great thing with dogs is that they don’t judge!
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They never do. Amen. That’s the truth, Peter.
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