Sense Sonnet - Acher

So Long My Friend

I woke up feeling something wrong.
Prince was lying there next to me.
A sense of loss was getting strong.
He was the first up normally.
I reached over and stroked his side.
No response - he was stiff and cold.
My dog, my lifelong pal had died.
My tears fell on his coat of gold.
Prince and I were born the same day,
Were one for both and both for one.
We were together all the way.
But now those times were past and done.

The draw of death had come between
Two friends who'd just turned seventeen.