Dog park Blues

Sitting here at the dog park where you and I used to sit for hours and just talk. I’m reminded of you here… The couples with their dogs, the other Belgians, the little Miatas that pass by, the memory of the time when I almost passed out and you stayed with me all along. 

My girl misses you, my girl reminds me of you. This place reminds me of you. 

I’m going to sleep tonight praying and I’ll wake up praying that something wonderful and positive comes out of this. I hope that you come home. 


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