Dear Dog, I suppose I should’ve said it earlier. There was
No time when I saw myself in you more than the time we
Pulled that sled down a snow-covered peak. Flecks of white
Scattering into my peripheral vision and into your fur; ice
Slicing through the sled and breaking frost underneath our feet.
Dog, I need to ask you something—it’s been digging incessantly at
My chest since you left me. Did you love me? Because
I loved you. Wholeheartedly. Like a sunrise kissing the
Edge of an ocean & a waterfall cascading down to the ground.
Dog, that day we slid down the hill, plummeting faster than an
Apple plunges toward the ground. We were so eager, anxious and
Ready to fall down. No, please. I wasn’t ready for you to
Tumble down Fate’s red string so quick. You did it so effortlessly.
Guess it’s too late, Dog. I hope you look down from Heaven
And glance down at our measly human lives. Maybe you will find
Some value, some happiness—maybe a sanctuary—in our lost love affair.
Elle Park is a student from Southern California. Her writing has been recognized by the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards and Writopia Lab’s Worldwide Plays Festival. She enjoys reading a variety of books and writing, and she hopes to one day become a published novelist. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Eunoia Review and *82 Review, among others.