it seems endless until it ends and it seems endless again.

it seems endless til it ends abruptly. the creep factor here makes me creep. dry weeping, creepy creeping. thought is emotion this creeping season. creepy country. goes without saying. i slow down for mister slows down for me. occurs to me he wants to be behind me a certain distance dreamily following. if he wakes he can't see or hear where i am. he needs to follow in the dream. all our time together we grew in habit to follow the other as one in dreaming. we never think of getting old, just what happens keeps happening and suddenly the dog is old now the dog is me having to go on without the dog. in my head. it hasn't happened yet it's still happening. i was getting old when he was a puppy and he's gone on ahead of me, walking slowly, trailing behind. i think, i'll never quite say what this means to me. this time was all we had. it seems like it should have been more and will never end.