It's dusk
And the clouds are
The color of sunset
The fence is high
And so I climb through it
She sees me
And nickers
The sound as quiet as a hush
Yet filled with joy
She comes over,
Her muscular frame
Gliding through the tall grass
Her ears are forward, eager
Brown eyes wide with happiness
She nuzzles me, breathing me in
It has been a long time
She lowers her head upon my shoulder,
The weight steadying me
I stroke her ears, behind them
She rests her head against my chest,
So I wrap my arms around her large head,
Embracing her
I kiss her head,
Her mane tickling my nose
I laugh, the noise startling her
She leans out of my embrace,
Staring down at me,
Adoring
I missed you, she says
I missed you, too, I say back,
In that secret language of ours
And I rest my head against hers once more,
Soothed
We stand there, forever
In our own little world
Minutes into hours
Into years
Until there is nothing left,
But us
- Author: M. Evermore (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 3rd, 2022 12:28
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 11
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