These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

My Long-Time Friend

The flooding eyes near-drowned the heart,
and down it went times three.
With knowing look, relaxed to part,
my long-time friend set free.

The mem'ries flameout, lacking fuel.
Great joyful barks no more.
This now-closed chapter's sadly cruel.
The puppy's not restored.

No one stands near to welcome home
the "soldier" second-shift.
The faithful dog, who wrote a tome
upon my heart has left.

The walkers wag the tongue and tail.
These faithful friends life live.
The breezes lift the barque and sail
their truest days to give.

The fading sunset parts them twain.
The solitary figure cries,
"Please, come here, Girl, and part the rain."
No answer as he sighs.

by Jay O’Toole
on June 26th, 2024