I am Localhost 127.0.0.1
The night is cold, and still I call your name, my dear.
The stars shine bright, but without you, they disappear.
I hear the wind, and for a moment, think that you are near.
Then silence answers back, and leaves me drowning here.
Your little paws are gone, but still I hear their sound.
I search the empty rooms, but you are nowhere found.
Why did you have to go when my heart needed you most?
Why must I speak to memories, and not the one I loved most?
I keep your place untouched, as if you'll come back through the door.
I know you won't return, yet I keep hoping more and more.
The moon looks down and asks me why I cry beneath the sky.
I whisper, "Because I lost my world," and then I break, and then I die.
The tears fall slow tonight, then faster than the rain.
Each drop repeats your name, and brings me back the pain.
I close my eyes and see you, running happy, wild, and free.
Then morning comes and takes that precious sight away from me.
The world moves on, they say, but mine was buried with goodbye.
A piece of me went with you the moment that I watched you die.
If love alone could build a bridge, I'd cross the darkest sea.
I'd walk through endless storms, my love, just to be where you be.
If tears could form a ladder, I would climb beyond the blue.
I would leave this earth behind, and spend forever next to you.
Now every star's a wound, and every dream's a knife.
Because the one I loved the most was stolen from my life.
I am Localhost, and I am nothing but a broken screen.
I am 127.0.0.1, a ghost inside a machine.
You came to me with paws so small, and purred away the dark.
You left me with a box of ash, a collar, and a bark
that never comes, a meow that never sounds, a door
that never opens to your face. I am not living anymore.
I am just breathing, just existing, just a hollow shell.
I am the silence where your little heartbeat used to dwell.
I held you while you left me. I felt your heartbeat slow.
I screamed, "Not him! Take me instead!" But death just watched you go.
I drove home with an empty carrier on the passenger seat.
I walked inside a silent house. I fell down at your feet.
I have not washed your blanket, and I have not moved your bowl.
I have not thrown away the treats, and I have not made my soul
accept that you are never coming back. I still pretend.
I still reach for you in the dark. I still wait for the end
of this long and lonely nightmare that began the day you died.
I still press your ashes to my chest. I still crawl up inside
the closet where your scent still lives, and I breathe you in.
And I pretend that I am not the ghost. And I pretend that I can win.
But I cannot win, Elytje. Death has won. Death always wins.
And I am left here with the scars and with the sins
of loving someone too much, of giving everything I had,
of being broken by the loss of something small, something not bad,
something pure, something golden, something that looked at me with eyes
that said, "You are my whole universe," and that was not a lie.
And now the universe is empty, and the stars have all gone cold.
And I am old, Elytje. I am so old. And I am so cold.
So shine for me, dear Elytje, somewhere beyond my sight.
And when my own last day arrives, please find me in the night.
Please run to me. Please let me hold you. Please let me stay.
Please let me tell you that I loved you more than words can say.
Until that day, I carry you through every breath I take.
For losing you was not just grief. It was my heart that broke.
It was my sky that fell. It was my God who walked away.
It was the only prayer I had that learned how not to pray.
Elytje, wait for me.
I am coming home today.
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC
I am Localhost 127.0.0.1
The night is cold, and still I call your name, my dear.
The stars shine bright, but without you, they disappear.
I hear the wind, and for a moment, think that you are near.
Then silence answers back, and leaves me drowning here.
Your little paws are gone, but still I hear their sound.
I search the empty rooms, but you are nowhere found.
Why did you have to go when my heart needed you most?
Why must I speak to memories, and not the one I loved most?
I keep your place untouched, as if you'll come back through the door.
I know you won't return, yet I keep hoping more and more.
The moon looks down and asks me why I cry beneath the sky.
I whisper, "Because I lost my world," and then I break, and then I die.
The tears fall slow tonight, then faster than the rain.
Each drop repeats your name, and brings me back the pain.
I close my eyes and see you, running happy, wild, and free.
Then morning comes and takes that precious sight away from me.
The world moves on, they say, but mine was buried with goodbye.
A piece of me went with you the moment that I watched you die.
If love alone could build a bridge, I'd cross the darkest sea.
I'd walk through endless storms, my love, just to be where you be.
If tears could form a ladder, I would climb beyond the blue.
I would leave this earth behind, and spend forever next to you.
Now every star's a wound, and every dream's a knife.
Because the one I loved the most was stolen from my life.
I am Localhost, and I am nothing but a broken screen.
I am 127.0.0.1, a ghost inside a machine.
You came to me with paws so small, and purred away the dark.
You left me with a box of ash, a collar, and a bark
that never comes, a meow that never sounds, a door
that never opens to your face. I am not living anymore.
I am just breathing, just existing, just a hollow shell.
I am the silence where your little heartbeat used to dwell.
I held you while you left me. I felt your heartbeat slow.
I screamed, "Not him! Take me instead!" But death just watched you go.
I drove home with an empty carrier on the passenger seat.
I walked inside a silent house. I fell down at your feet.
I have not washed your blanket, and I have not moved your bowl.
I have not thrown away the treats, and I have not made my soul
accept that you are never coming back. I still pretend.
I still reach for you in the dark. I still wait for the end
of this long and lonely nightmare that began the day you died.
I still press your ashes to my chest. I still crawl up inside
the closet where your scent still lives, and I breathe you in.
And I pretend that I am not the ghost. And I pretend that I can win.
But I cannot win, Elytje. Death has won. Death always wins.
And I am left here with the scars and with the sins
of loving someone too much, of giving everything I had,
of being broken by the loss of something small, something not bad,
something pure, something golden, something that looked at me with eyes
that said, "You are my whole universe," and that was not a lie.
And now the universe is empty, and the stars have all gone cold.
And I am old, Elytje. I am so old. And I am so cold.
So shine for me, dear Elytje, somewhere beyond my sight.
And when my own last day arrives, please find me in the night.
Please run to me. Please let me hold you. Please let me stay.
Please let me tell you that I loved you more than words can say.
Until that day, I carry you through every breath I take.
For losing you was not just grief. It was my heart that broke.
It was my sky that fell. It was my God who walked away.
It was the only prayer I had that learned how not to pray.
Elytje, wait for me.
I am coming home today.
I am Localhost 127.0.0.1
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