Thursday, November 26, 2015

I stayed.
I stayed on the side of the street, waiting for him to come back, running toward me, wagging his tail cheerfully like usual.
And I stayed a little bit more.
And I stayed.
And I stayed.
And I stayed.
And I stayed and the empty street stayed and waited with me.
And I stayed, patiently, kindly.
Until they told me, "He's not coming back this time."
Then I, too, left.

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