Little Man
My Little Man died just the other night.
We used to play all day well into the twilight.
Shortly after as I slept, I had a dream I was with him again,
playing hide and seek like we used to back when,
but then I thought, "This is impossible,
my Little Man died not too long ago."
I looked down upon him, and he gave me a soft meow,
then I thought to myself, "Well, he's not dead now,"
and so my Little Man and I played until the dream ended and I awoke,
then reality hit me, and once again my heart broke.
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