Talking to the Dead

I miss you, Bumper.

I didn't think that after all this time, your loss would still come between me and my Sleep.

And you of all creatures know how easily I sleep.

You who shared my bed since you were 3 months old.

You who constantly had to lick my face for minutes before I came to.

You who loved to chase rabbits in dreams yourself.

But matured grownups like me are supposed to be able to let go of the past. And all things gone to dust.

Well this is what I have discovered.

I can let go of my mahogany piano.

(I sold it after 20 years so my mum can have space for her new cabinet.)

I can let go of my job.

(I lost my cool at the CEO at my office two weeks ago.)

I can let go of my laptop and mobile phone.

(I was upset for two minutes when my car got stolen and one of my hobbies is misplacing my mobile.)

But I can't seem to let go of you.

God says that if we hold on to material things we would be enslaved to them and not experience the freedom He promises us.

Yet you were beyond material.

You were the nicest creature in my life.

You were my friend and companion, loyal and unconditional in your love.

You are unforgettable.