The House is Empty. My heart is a hole filled with sadness
I lift the leftover meatloaf from the refrigerator, not one
bumps my knee, waiting for a tidbit
I walk into the kitchen, the bowls are gone, the bone jar is
no more.
The linens are no longer on ‘his’ chair,
The House is Empty. My heart is a hole filled with sadness
The sofa is so big, so
empty. gone is the sweet form in ‘his’ spot.
My feet have no paws stumbling over them,
My shins feel no pressure from the body pressed against
them.
My ears listen for the dragging footsteps, the pacing and
the panting voice.
The House is Empty. My heart is a hole filled with sadness
I open the freezer, and stare with tears in my eyes at Jakes
popsicles.
As I wipe the nose smears from the glass door, I know they
will still be gone in the morning.
I sit, lonely in my bathroom, no face pressed against my
knee.
No greeter at the door when I return from the YMCA, I burst
into tears as we step into the empty house
No furry face asking to go out the door and in again.. no
one follows me into the backyard
My lamb is not following me, I can’t walk my laps around the
pool, my heart chokes me.
No precious face staring at me as I unpack the groceries,
waiting to see what I brought him.
The House is Empty. My heart is a hole filled with sadness
I open my kindle to read, the words mean nothing.
I sit with my legs under the desk top, no warm face lying on
my knee and feet on my feet.
The House is Empty. My heart is a hole filled with sadness
Its 4:30 pm , no furry face peers up into mine and says,
it’s time to fix dinner Mama
No sound of feet running to me, when the microwave door
opens,
No feet running to me, when the fridge pops open, the range
turns on,
No one barks at a fedex knock on the door,
No one leaps from the sofa when the garage door warns
daddy’s home.
The leash and the collar lay silent in the drawer.
The House is empty, my heart is broken.
I cry. I cry again.
