There Are Places I Remember


My dog, he doesn’t speak to me no more, though we meet sometimes in dreams, and he speaks and screams, but he knows I am trying, trying to be. And sometimes at night, I see him flying over my house, he smiles and wave his ears hello ”hello brown dog” I whisper and wait for his return. If it was up to me and it is up to me, I’d sit down and wait for his return, I’d wake up and sit out on the porch and wait, just sit and wait.

“Some are dead and some are living, in my life I loved them all” the Beatles

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