Low Fires
Empty bowls by the window
Calling your name in the hall
Paws that once brushed my ankles
Now silence fills every wall
Where did you wander
my quiet friend
Through rain-soaked streets or open fields
I search every corner
again and again
Hoping your eyes
find me still
Your favorite spot on the old blue chair
Still holds the shape of your rest
I leave the door cracked every evening
In case you remember the way
Where did you wander
my quiet friend
Through rain-soaked streets or open fields
I search every corner
again and again
Hoping your eyes
find me still
Maybe you're curled by another's fire
Or chasing the wind through tall grass
I'll keep the light on a little longer
Till the night brings you back at last
Where did you wander...