We wander the house
Aimless
I take up a task for a moment
Then return to the couch
He turns in circles
And lays back down
These days are better
My mind will settle on a book
And your absence isn't a physical pain
But I remember those days
Curled up here on the couch
Only sleep would ease the ache
Of missing you
Those days and months
When even your imminent return
Failed to revive my soul
When missing you
ruled the day
even when you were here
It got easier
You said it would
But you and I apart
Will never be right
Your dog and I
We will always be here
Slightly less ourselves
When you are gone
Unsure how to compose our bodies
Without you to lean against
Without your foot to step on
So, we circle and sit
We look for distraction
We listen
For the sound of you
Our man, at the door