This Is Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

not Greyfriar's...not here,
but in these northern California woods
guess you could say I'm his Bobby...
I could no more move from this place than
move him from my heart to anywhere...anywhere...
It's been years, but I still hear his tags jingling,
feel his head resting in my lap, see his dear true eyes
seeing me
in time we'll meet in another anywhere a forever anywhere,
that place where we've always been...
time? a concept made for other than me and other than him...
...his eyes told me about these things, without a word...about that anywhere...that everywhere