Today I stand here looking at your grave.
I remember that day, a year ago, I saw you on the gravel.
You were so still. So peaceful looking and yet so pitiful. I slowly put my head on your tummy.
You were still warm. Your presence was in the air. I could feel it.
Again today is the same day, a year passed.
Your presence is in the air, as it always is.
I long to pet you, to stroke you, to love you, to smell you,I wish you were here . I really wish you were.
I want to see you alive, in the flesh, face to face. Just once, Just one more time, Please.
But your not dead, you live on somewhere galaxies away. Though, amazingly, I still feel you everyday.
This is a little drabble I wrote on April 26,2011, exactly one year since my baby, Saboo died. She was almost my everything... Though, you can think of this as someone else, I hope you like it.