Still Waiting for Abby

You never said goodbye
just curled beside the door,
your rabbit tucked beneath your paw,
waiting for me once more.

I see you in the silence still,
golden fur, a gentle sigh.
You watched that door with patient hope
never knowing it was goodbye.

The day you left, the light grew cold.
The floor still holds your shape.
A part of me stayed in that hall,
in the space you made sacred with your wait.