Made whole

Your chin upon my toes,
Movement your alarm,
Your slender mouth and nose,
Never roused or harmed.

Within your rugs there rolled,
Contemplative your snooze.
My snack was your cajole,
That often I would lose.

Companion ever true,
In view your empty bowl.
I’m filled with missing you,
In part my heart made whole.

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