Bobby

Day 8

Remember how I'd skitter at the clatter of pans?

Surprising, as it was, for one

With the constitution of an anvil

And the temperament of Spring.

I was not diminished

By threadbare coat and apple frame

Possessing as I did

The unsaid treasures of a true pal.

How at times I'd press upon you

The density of my tender friendship

That we each would know

The necessity of our love

And of my devoted tendency

I need no other testament

Than simply to know

I gave such cuddles that are missed.