The Wall

I miss the one creature who always knew when the day had gone wrong. There is a habit in my body that still bends toward the food bowl. The grief shows up hardest at night when nobody is doing the little patrol of the hallway. The empty leash hook is doing too much emotionally. No one prepared me for how much of the house was actually their personality. I keep stepping around the spot where they used to sleep. There is a habit in my body that still bends toward the food bowl. I did not realize how often I was being accompanied. The silence is shaped like loyalty.