I watch as you walk out the door, taking my heart...
I count your steps to your car...

When I think of you,
I think of the color purple...

Three months of spending
time with you...

I fear for the day when I no longer see the good...
Or even in myself...

The last seven months have been a blur.
I often wonder what you would say if you were...

It was always meant to be you-
I knew that from the day I met you...

My kitchen smelled like coffee and something...
I’m usually sleeping when you get up for work...

I woke up with a sinking feeling in my stomach-
I checked my phone but you weren’t there...

I stopped looking at the calendar eight weeks ago-
When I realized you weren’t coming back it was...

Muddy paw prints on the floor were replaced by...
Different beings...