I lay in her spot, cheeks wet with tears
I spot next to me
An old pile of fur from yesterday
Her smell still lingered
It smelt tired and old and sick
It smelled like her youth and puppy breath
But it was just an old pile of fur from yesterday
Her spot felt empty
Her spot felt bare
The only thing that filled it
Was an old pile of fur from yesterday
Here she sits, and here she will stay
She is just an old pile of fur from yesterday
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 9:01 PM UTC