When someone dies,
the only person
you want to talk about that
with,
is that person

I want to tell you, Eldur,
how much I love you
and how impossible this feels,
and I want to tell you
that your friend and playmate
Tornado
neighs for you in disbelief,
neighs in my face
and raises his front hoof
and neighs again,

because you are not there
with him
at the hay,
out in the snow