It has been Four Months

Not ready to say good bye

It has been four months
since you passed.
I have not written
because the pain was too fresh.

Even now, I realize,
I am not quite ready
to do justice to the meaning and value that was you
in my life for over nineteen years.

Perhaps, one day, I'll be willing to grieve.
I know, I am avoiding your loss.
For you were my faithful and beloved friend.
My heart gently wrapped in your four paws.

If I die and go to heaven,
you will be the first that I seek.
I will lift you up and hold you close to my heart.
Your head on my shoulder; we never shall part.