momentary, momentarily
my nose prickles with sad–

i miss your pure heart, heart
your furry sniffs, dear lad.

a space in time and faraway place
our territorial grudging bro–

newly zipped into camo skin
to glide through fresh white snow.

separated by time due south
but timelessly bound in this space—

i allow myself a salty ache
and cherish our bond with grace.