By: Patrick J. Halloran
“It’s just me and the dog.”
I glance down and notice his wedding ring.
His quiet, tired voice. His worn hands.
I have little to say, but I listen, and I listen.
A few months later he returns;
A year later, again.
I listen close.
I notice now,
His ring is replaced by a laugh.
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