My dog that’s gone.

The hidden world where none go but the ones that are cold to the human hand
the howls of the dead that can be heard from the mourning humans above,
where my best friend left me along with everything she knew, for us to bear forever
where her best friend alive wishes her to come back but only hear the empty wind howling.

A time where her and me met together, many in a merry meeting but only to leave in aloneness,
a place where you left with yourself, no one to follow you except your shadow of loneliness
someplace where many will come only in their frozen deaths, with the cloak of stillness.
someplace I will not go to for I will not shed my skin for death, for a feeling of sad lonely coldness.

A place as cold as the arctic yet warmer than any fire.
a place where my icey tear drops may never reach, but my heated love will.
So far away with me in on top of the rope and me below
So close yet so far as i will never pet you fluffy, tear soaked fur.