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