The Gate, the Steps & The Garden

I can't go outside.

I was searching for shoes to step into the garden this day;

When siddleny I collapse into tears.

The Gate, the steps, the garden, and Him.

I can't go outside.

On days like this, cold, late in the day, still a blue sky;sunset approaching.

We shared our Sundays together, in the harmony of the setting sun.

I watched the gate closed

From the steps how he hopped, sulking, enjoying this weather,

In the garden, how he dug a hole, eventually flopping to his side and take a brief nap.

Only to run back to me, letting me know he wanted to come inside.

My heart leaping with love, care and worry for him all in one moment.

He was the best part from the Gate, to the steps & the garden.

His favorite place.

I can't go outside,

but one day I'll be able to sit there to contemplate like we once use to do.

Together,

As he lounged on his tummy,

listening to sounds of activity in the air,

keeping me company.

In our silence, keeping him warm against my thigh, petting him ever so gently.

Together,

Looking beyond the gate, from the steps & the garden.