The Mourn

February 8, 2018

 

I've been thinking of my boy Kootney lately. I remember thinking how he was the first being I truly gave my heart unconditionally to. It was exhilarating and terrifying to have a part of my heart out there puttering around on 4 geriatric fuzzy perfect legs. It has been almost 5 years since he absconded into the afterlife with that big part of my heart. I miss the heck out of his perfect crusty nosed fuzzy 15 year old face.

 

 

"I am trying to remember you
and 
let you go
at 
the same time"

- the mourn

(Poem from Nejma by Nayyirah Waheed)

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