Her Apartment on Stassney St.

Beyond the patio glass,
into the courtyard
where she walked her dog.
The dog that I’d grown to love–
the dog that had eaten a whole eighth of cannabis,
went catatonic then pissed down his own leg.

I stared out at them both
from inside her apartment,
watching her
Watching it
poop in the grass,
knowing that this would come to an end
much sooner than she wanted.

Knowing that I would miss her
miss him,
and miss this;
but also knowing it was best for everyone to move on.

I was not ready.
And to look back on things now,
I’m not sure I will ever be.

~Edward Austin Robertson~

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