"Howl alone" he says to me.
I look a little startled.
Three years of silence.
And this is all he has to say to me?
Words in my heart.
Why is he always right?
I scratch that firm bud behind his ears
to show him I understand.
"I miss you Grey. I miss our talks."
His paw lands...playfully...wistfully...sagely on my knee.
And he's gone.
The campfire is dead, the hum of insects replaced by the glide of industry and automobile.
Cold pale light of the moon...or is it streetlight?
Twilight...
Midnight...
Why didn't he skip the spirit journey bullshit and told me straight up
"You're being a dick to the people you love."
