when I came home,
there was no wagging tail.
when I woke up from my slumber
there was no smile at the bottom of the stairs,
there was no smell of cooking or
the pop of a cork.
it's lonely with no one here but me.
I'm spoiled having a man to hug,
a dog to walk with me, a full refrigerator,
a daughter close by,
they are all away and Boulder
seems so empty.
I miss them being home alone,
I want them to come home.