So this is the
brand new normal, a hole in my heart and soul.
I’m bereft since
you left; disbelieving, that you suddenly had to go.
Where once I
complained when you shouted, now I just miss your bark.
And that you’re no
longer hogging the sofa, and claiming the comfy part.
You’re not there in
the middle of the doorway, underfoot, refusing to budge.
Nor there when the
fridge door opens, at mealtimes I don't feel your nudge.
You’re no longer
leaning against my legs, with your head and ears to smooth.
No more are you
insisting that you lick mine, sat on me so I can’t move.
Of course you knew
all this made my life sweeter,
with just the touch
of your cold wet nose.
So this is the
brand new normal, I’ll get used to it, I suppose.
