ebb

i woke up at 2 a.m.
piper was having a seizure.
it was pretty bad,
but she snapped right out of it.
call me later if you want, he said.
love you, he said.
a misfire and the brain is flooded
with backwards current.
two more weeks to fifteen -
or is it one hundred and five?
our togetherness includes her.
it always has. what reason
will i have to call him when
she's gone? what will happen to
us when our noble sky hound
takes her final leap?

~*~

~mvh