For Pet

I remember you,
A shadow in the hall.
The smell of rust,
The sound of chains.
Pet.
And think about the silhouette,
The outline,
Of our life.
As the distance grew,
The shadow stretched with you.
The memories,
The good and bad.
The parts we keep,
Like outstretched arms;
Caught moments on the canvas of our lives.
For Pet;
You are the fondest of my shadows,
A piece of what is within me.
A memory I visit with joy,
A story my psyche wanders.
I learned how to be okay,
Because I was okay to you.
And I liked who I was,
Because you liked who I was.
Oh what a gift,
For which I could never repay.
ElizaBeth Art
2021
