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Fighting A Memory



He looked at me,
Like we knew each other,
For a long long time,
Looking Expectant yet adorable.

And here my heart,
Filled With memories of past,
The vivid image of death,
Witnessed at such a tender age.
That memory, since then,
Held me back to get near, to caress,
Love was always there, I felt it.
Yet, could never show what I held in.

As I came to reality,
He was standing right in front of me,
Looking right into my eyes,
It has been indeed long time.

They say time changes mentality,
Time heals wounds,
Mine feeling still fresh,
And here I was, in situation similar,
But with a will,
To fightback the morbid memory.

As I sat down, 
My heart trembled,
I opened my bag,
Heart racing, 
Memories of that vivid death,
Took out the only food I had, a biscuit packet.

He started wagging his tail,
I opened it, wagging took speed,
I put it down, the opened packet,
Still feeling the insecurities, after my action,
Yet a smile and happiness resides over my face,
While he eats, I finally caressed him,
I made a friend today,
As he followed me back home.

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