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Free Verse · Pet Loss

The Sunbeam

by The QuillOak Editors

The sunbeam still comes in at ten,

crosses the rug like always,

and waits.

You never once came when you were called —

why would you start now?

So I won't call.

I'll just leave the warm patch open,

the way you taught me:

love, on your terms,

was still the best deal I ever got.

Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.

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