The house echoes so loud now.
Sunlight falls,
dust motes dancing.
He used to chase them,
a blur.
Now just the quiet remains.
My hand still reaches for fur.

Everywhere,
his ghost lingers,
A favorite toy,
untouched now.
The park we walked,
feels wrong,
Empty pathways taunt me,
Where is your happy bark now?

Lonely world,
rearranged wrong.
Each day a mountain to climb.
Looking for you in the breeze,
In every kind, gentle face.

Maybe in dreams,
we'll meet.
Running free,
no more pain.
Until then,
I search for you,
In this life,
so strange and new,
Hoping one day,
I will see you again.