Milo

By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa

Sometimes, when I look to the vast, unexplored sky, I think of you.

Sometimes, when I sit on the sand, I wonder why you’re not shaking the grime off.

Sometimes, when I eat ice cream, I regret not giving you some when I had the chance.

Sometimes, when I’m curled up on the couch, binging The Office for a dose of

nostalgia, I miss your warm embrace and playful yips.

Sometimes, I rue the day your eyes found mine first.

Sometimes, I curse the ocean for keeping your hues alive.

Sometimes, I smile—because I knew you at all.

But mostly? I grieve the day I called you mine, true blue.

By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa