The Other Side of the Gate

The other side of the Gate There’s a feeling of sadness A feeling of loss A feeling of loneliness A melancholy feeling It washes over me As I make my way to the garden I unlatch the old wooden gate step into his favorite place Our special place I wait for him to come Watch for his faltering step Look for his wagging tail Listen for his bark I kneel down in his favorite spot Pick up his favorite toy see the hole that he dug The one he buried bones in I feel his presence I close my eyes and I can see him Ebony muzzle Glistening black coat I see his easy gait as he runs to me Hear his not too ferocious bark Feel that nose always wet and cold Hear his breathing See those dark brown eyes Eyes that saw into my soul I whisper his name I tell him I love him And I know he hears me