When I am away do you pine?
As I do?
Do you see another–about my size and shape
whose coloring resembles mine–and sigh?
As I do?
Do you catch a familiar scent on a puff
of air and find me in your brain?
As I do you?
Do you search with your eye for some small
crumb of me in each who passes by?
As I do?
Do you, dogs of mine?
As I do?
I love how you love your dogs! I like to wonder what mine are thinking, too. I wonder what they think I’m doing when I am reading, for example.
Oh, I love that! Never thought of it–but yes, what do they think?