Silverbow's Vampire Journal

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The Box
22:01 Mar 05 2012
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I put down a box today and walked away.

There was no jingling bells, no soft rumbling of purr's.

Not even a cacophony of meow's.

There was no flash of orange fur racing to see what was in it.

No sound's of cat paw's on cardboard.

Just an empty box on the floor, alone and untouched.

A pile of papers sits untouched.

Stacked where I left them, it's been there for days unscattered.

The door hang's open as I bring things in form outside.

No one tries to escape to roll in the dirt of the flower bed.

No one meets me at the door.

Your not underfoot or hiding behind something ready to pounce.

Your paws do not reach to the counter to see whats going on up there.

There are no demands for attention, headbutts for pet's, belly presented for toes to touch in mock attack.

You do not follow me from room to room to see what I am doing or if I am okay.

The bathroom has been kind of peaceful of late.

There are no paws under doors to try and pull them open when they are closed.

No more races up the stairs to see if you can get in the bedroom at night before the door is closed.

Your presence is missed in so many ways.

I hear you in my dreams sometimes.

In that place between asleep and awake.

Your waiting just there on the end table, to be petted, just watching in you silent golden orange haze.

I reach for you to give you what you want, the coveted pet that was our daily routine but empty air greets questing fingers.

Your not there, much like that empty box that sits on the floor.

You would have liked that box.