DEATH Poem: Day 157, by Beth Henshaw

When I opened my eyes
this morning
I smiled
at my dog’s wet nose
and fluffy butt
curled up next to me.
It wasn’t until
I got out of bed
and finished my cup of coffee
that I realized
today was
the
first
day
I opened my eyes
and didn’t expect
him
to be there
laying next to me.

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