To A Best Friend

Sunlight streams through the window pane
onto a spot on the floor . . .
Then I remember
It's where you used to lie,
but no more.

Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound . . .
Then I remember
It's where your paws would joyously abound

A voice is heard along the road,
and up beyond the hill,
Then I remember
It can't be yours - your golden voice is still.

But I'll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall,
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall.

I'll wrap these treasured memories
in a blanket of my love,
and keep them for my best friend
until we meet above.