I wake up, she's still gone.
It's not abandonment. I try not to think it is.
Truth - she did choose to leave - alone, quietly.
'Didn’t we pledge to be soulmates for life?'
I hope she found her paradise, be at peace - finally.
The peace she said she couldn't find from me, or anybody.
'But must you end it this way?'
'You walk into the sea, but return - stilly... '
"Can't... I'm... a nun."
He seems kind. I hope he picks me.
He bends down, looks at me, smiles. Will he like me?
And choose me?
"I want her!", he says, pointing to me.
Elation!
Finally, a savior, my rescuer. My Human!
I wag my tail, happily. Home.
She'll feel less but blessed. Still a woman no matter what.
Today's the day for her double mastectomy.
In the confession room, she bemoaned her woes to the priest she had just met for the first time.
He seemed different – smiling, genuinely-concerned and non-judgmental, unlike others!
Finally someone understood her, she thought.
Suddenly, there was a loud-knock at the door.
“There you are! Running away again?” a man with a gruff voice shouted.
Frightened, she thought - what does he want?
The priest panicked.
The door was flung open. He was dragged out by the shouting man, who wears a badge which reads ‘Hope Mental-Care Institution’.
