One Last Gift
What good comes of death?
The loss, that empty void
The tears and sound of silence
The helpless guilt, the what ifs
And yes, I know, the memories
So bittersweet and loved
So poignant and cherished
Still, that empty void
My precious love, my Monte
A golden boy, my pup
Gave many gifts to me
His very presence filled my life
One last gift he was to share
Upon his passing swift
It seems coincidence or not?
Another pup had passed just then
A high school best whose friendship
I’d lost years ago
A falling out, a rift never mended
Another void
So when I learned of his sad news
To reach out , I was moved
And from our mutual grief
Our friendship was healed
What good comes of death?
Perhaps not much
Yet it seems my Monte gave to me
One last gift
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