by Mackenzie Lusby
When you’ve ran your last mile where the sun always shone,
And that ball you so loved is now tattered and worn
When the sound of your voice scares the mailman no more,
And your hair covers – still – my clothes, couch and floor.
When your bed in the corner is too far to lay down,
And you’re tired of those tricks that turned hearts inside out.
When you know I’m not ready, but you still have to leave,
I promise my memories are happy to grieve.
So now my heart breaks at this final goodbye,
And as you cross Rainbow Bridge, I will love you and cry.