I still listen for paws that are not coming. There is a habit in my body that still bends toward the food bowl. The empty leash hook is doing too much emotionally. I keep stepping around the spot where they used to sleep. The grief shows up hardest at night when nobody is doing the little patrol of the hallway. The silence is shaped like loyalty.
The Wall
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