Silhouette

A body divides the bed in two.
Early light strikes the parquet.
The bedding has crept aside.
Pressed into the bed – a silhouette.

A step wanders by the couch.
The leash is frozen, hooked.
The emptiness is clean, immaculate.
The world is held under lock.

Sight fixes on the familiar door.
Scattered feed lies still.
A shadow froze on the wallpaper.
The space no longer trembles.

Hands mold the familiar cup.
Fingers clenched in the dark.
They remember the absent weight.
Clasped now upon themselves, alone.