Into Thin Air

It has been a week since you’re gone.
No bark, wag, smile, lean
Just a whine – mine, as I wander these rooms.

I long for your lengthening shadow
beside the Weigela bush, guarding your kingdom
your gaze blessing the grass.

I had denied your whitening hairs, your hollowing hips …
as you did, with your love
bounding, puppy-like, to meet me.

Get in my way!
Wake me from my sleep!
Call me to the door!

You loved the clever escape
and the triumphant return.
(Once, sashaying down the sidewalk, a cat by your side)

Well … here I am, waiting.