Love Puppy

The memory of you sits at the door of my heart,
like a forgotten pet whose master moves away.
Patient but naïve it waits, ever vigilant,
ears perking at the sound of your name.
My mind sits above that thought and tells it every day
that you are never coming back.
Your memory is a ghost inside me now,
growing thinner each time I fall asleep.
I used to feed it thoughts and songs
so that if you did come back it would be strong
like before.
But now I’m content to let it die
so all that’s left will be gone
as if you never existed.