

(meow) Your empty bowl sits by the wall
No heavy footsteps in the hall
I watch the sun slide down the floor
And wait for you beside the door (meow-w-w)
Where did you go,
my constant friend
Did our quiet summer have to end
Now the house is cold and wide
With this heavy
ache inside
I found your woolen winter thread
Left forgotten on the unmade bed
I curled around it in the dark
And listened for a single
spark
Even the birds outside the pane
Sing a slow and gray refrain
Everything is out of tune
Underneath this lonely moon (ahhhh)
Just a shadow on the rug
Where we used to
curl up
snug (purrrr) (meow)