I’ll be here.
I’ll be right here.
Waiting for you.
It hasn’t been too long. At least I don’t think it has. It’s gotten dark and cold without you here to flip the switch. The day you left, you left in quite a hurry. You didn’t look at me as you put your clothes in your bag or the food in a bin. The door kept swinging open and closed as you would leave with a bag in your hands and come back with none.
Maybe you had planned to come back.
You left a lot of things here. Things that still smell like you. I know you don’t like it when I lay on your bed, but it’s gotten lonely and cold without you. Your smell lingers in the fabric and I just want to fill my nose with it now that you’re not here.
It’s fading, so I move to the couch sometimes.
I hope you don’t mind.
My bowl ran empty, so I waited for you to fill it again. I waited for awhile, but my stomach was loud and my legs were weak. The bag of food you left for me… I tore it open. I made quite a mess, so I had to clean it up for you. It took me awhile, but now it’s all gone. The mess is gone.
Now will you come back?
I know you hate it when I go to the bathroom in the house. I tried to hold it for as long as possible. I walked around a lot to try and stop it, but it hurt too much to hold it any longer. I went by the back door. I only go there now. It will make it easier for you to clean when you come back. There’s a lot there now. It’s spreading to the couch.
Your scent is fading.
Maybe you won’t come back if I keep the house like this.
I hear weird noises at night and I’m scared. I’m laying back on your bed again. I found a spot where your scent still is. The food is gone and I can’t hold it in anymore. I know I don’t have long, but I will wait for you until the end. I will wait for you to come back to me. I love you so much, and I know you love me too, even though you’re gone.
I will wait for you.
I’ll be here.