Drawn together by the love of a dog
I found platonic fantasy.
He once wrote a poem with me
But my part wasn’t very good.
Together we walked word in word
Over utter loss and heartbreak.
We built a bridge over rainbow seas
And shared a pain that will not heal.

His humor made him popular-
His vision was revered.
They crowded ‘round the words he wrote
And accolades piled high.
He never stood to take a bow.
He took up paint and brush instead
And once again became a star
And awed us with his skill.

He disappeared and then came back
Hidden behind another name.
I had to guess this for myself,
He never wrote to say “I’m here”.
It was clear the tide had turned
And I was somehow in a shadow.
I’ll never know the reason why
Because it seems he’s gone again.

How silly to pine for one unmet
Who mostly lived in fantasy,
Providing Knight on Charger dreams
While riding on a moving transport.
I paid my fare, enjoyed the ride,
But here’s my stop - I must get off
And walk the distance to my home
Where tomorrow rides on no white horse.
ljm