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...