Elegy for an Unidentified Companion

GloPoWriMo Day 18 Prompt: today: I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail.

From recent wanderings.

Out of the very corner of my eye,
I see that little shape that follows me,
I feel the touch against me by and bye
When up in dark of night so sleeplessly;
I hear the friendly greetings of that little friend
As I come back from where I chance to roam,
Or, sense that presence closely round a bend,
Wandering, but not that far from home,
Then, still I feel those little eyes that dwell
On each and every move that I may make,
That lovely eagerness for me to tell
In company what pleasure I do take,
The cocking of the head whenever spoken to,
The promptitude with which calls get response,
All sights, sounds, feelings, and each touch anew,
The spaces where that body would ensconce;
With all such strong reminders that arise each day
How can I feel that all these things have gone away?

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