Chase


Our house is empty with people,
sitting at a table under dimmed lights
doing nothing.
Silence fills a kitchen
where cutlery clangs against plates
and useless words float
with nowhere no go.
The doggie door remains open,
the food bowl left half empty,
and yet we still call for a name
that's attached to no one.
The twinkle in our eyes
has disappeared with the lights we once sat under
as we yearn to call the name
of a four legged angel
who used to be the only light we needed.

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