From Your Mack: A Love Note
My human who smells of lavender and dawn,
who moves like moonlight across our wooden floors—
I want you to know: I am still tracking your scent
through the vast territories of forever.
Remember how I knew your sadness
before it reached your face?
How I could taste the salt of your tears
before they fell? My nose never lies:
your happiness was summer grass,
your worry was autumn leaves,
your love was warm bread rising.
Here’s what I learned in our time together:
That yoga mats make excellent beds
That your laugh tastes like sunlight
That the moon is a treat we shared nightly
That your new love’s heartbeat
is steady as a tail-wag
Now I run in bigger spaces,
but I still guard your dreams—
my spirit curled at your feet
while you sleep. When the tide
pulls at Rock Island Cove,
know that I am there too,
my paw prints mixing with yours
in the wet sand.
You were my favorite smell,
my best walk,
my perfect pack.
And love? It’s like that game we played:
I may be out of sight,
but I’m never far—
just around the corner,
waiting to surprise you
with all the joy
I’ve always carried
in my rescue heart.
Forever your good boy,
Mack
P.S. The rabbits here are slower,
but I still chase them
just to make you smile.From Your Mack: A Love Note
My human who smells of lavender and dawn,
who moves like moonlight across our wooden floors—
I want you to know: I am still tracking your scent
through the vast territories of forever.
Remember how I knew your sadness
before it reached your face?
How I could taste the salt of your tears
before they fell? My nose never lies:
your happiness was summer grass,
your worry was autumn leaves,
your love was warm bread rising.
Here’s what I learned in our time together:
That yoga mats make excellent beds
That your laugh tastes like sunlight
That the moon is a treat we shared nightly
That your new love’s heartbeat
is steady as a tail-wag
Now I run in bigger spaces,
but I still guard your dreams—
my spirit curled at your feet
while you sleep. When the tide
pulls at Rock Island Cove,
know that I am there too,
my paw prints mixing with yours
in the wet sand.
You were my favorite smell,
my best walk,
my perfect pack.
And love? It’s like that game we played:
I may be out of sight,
but I’m never far—
just around the corner,
waiting to surprise you
with all the joy
I’ve always carried
in my rescue heart.
Forever your good boy,
Mack
P.S. The rabbits here are slower,
but I still chase them
just to make you smile.
This poem was constructed as a collaboration with AI by Caoimhín Düytes
