by Tim Gilmore, 7/16/2012
Tonight his love has gone away. His love has gone and has taken their dog. Lilith and Old Hemp.
Both these bonds he must have formed tens of thousands of years ago. He was a wild ragged man in the caves. She was a hamadryad. The dog was a wolf. The bonds have grown that long.
Tonight he walks the depopulated beach, without his border collie and without his wife. Tonight he is just himself, like he was at first and will be at last. He can make peace with that. He misses the weave of the hand of his wife in his, and he misses the look of the eyes of his dog into his.
Tonight he just is.