You leave in the morning.
I know it's time when I hear the noise that your bag makes when you pick it up.
You check yourself in the mirror and adjust your hair for one final time.
You pick the house keys up from the bowl by the door.
I see you walking out of the door as you look back with a beaming smile.
Your eyes tell me you love me.
But.
As the door closes, I know that loneliness is ahead.
Wouldn't you rather spend time with me?
We have such a good time together.
Earlier we went for a walk in the park.
The fresh air of the early morning filled our lungs.
The breaking dawn was waking all the birds up and we listened as they brought the world to life.
The darkness and silence of the night was gone once again.
The rustling of the fallen leaves as we walk reminds me of happy times.
Simple times.
I don't need much to be happy.
And yet you leave me again.
I think you will be back.
You leave and come back every day.
But I am not sure.
There is always something in me that asks "what if today is the day that you don't come back?"
The day is slow.
I walk around the garden for awhile.
A tiny green frog looks at me before jumping away and hiding in the bushes.
Ants keep going about their business as if I wasn't there.
A black bird lands on the grass looking for worms and flies away as soon as it sees me.
The sun appears from behind the clouds and makes it too hot.
I head back inside.
Memories fill my otherwise empty day.
Do you remember when we went to the beach?
The water was cold but we had so much fun splashing around like no one was watching.
The beach was deserted.
Just the two of us for miles.
Let's make the most of it.
A long walk on the beach.
Your favourite way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Mine too.
Back home, I sleep.
A lot.
I wake up and wander around the house to check if anything has changed since the last time.
No. Same as before.
All of a sudden I hear a noise coming from the street.
Could it be you?
I rush to the door.
No, just the postman delivering bills, bills, bills.
Before I can catch him, he has already moved on.
One day we will finally meet.
A change of scenery might help.
I go to a have a snooze in a different room.
In the early afternoon the spare bedroom is just perfect.
The sunlight comes through at the right angle.
Not too hot, not too cold.
Not too bright, not too dark.
Happy days.
I dream of you.
How long before you come home?
As the sun starts to set, I hear footsteps approaching the front door.
Keys jangling.
The keys go in....
The door slowly opens.
There you are!
You are back!
That beaming smile greets me again.
You quickly make your way to me.
I love you.
It's not easy being a dog.
