The time of our lives


Charlie and I walked our post-cancer walks
Down this narrow stretch of green in the city
For a full decade. Now he’s gone, I must carry on.
We aged together, blended into each other,
Man and Dog. He recognized the smells, me the sights,
But his life was shorter than mine. That afflicted me like
A sentence. Very few minutes passed
Without me thinking of that. He connected me to the
Pack, little knowing it was the human herd that I found