Digital Diary

I could never quite catch the warning signs of seasonal love 

When the wind blew it to my door i let it in like a stray dog in need of a home 

My home included 

Let it lick me clean and invade my thoughts

Let it stain my carpet and laugh it off 

Let it chew through my bones like a chew toy 

Let it run laps outside my house it was ready to come home 

And when it left like stray dogs do 

I learned to whistle 

Practiced until my mouth dried and lips chapped 

Praying for its return 

Lived in desperation of seeing it once again 

And sometimes I thought I did 

Thought i saw glimpses at the park 

Saw apparitions running through my house 

Heard the indiscernible pitter patter of wandering feet

It reappears every now and again 

And i always think it’s here for good 

That this time i’ve proved myself 

But it will go and the stains on my favourite carpet will remain 

Noise of reticent footsteps will warm my empty house