Shrek

It’s 2 am and we just watched Shrek(2). Our cat knocked over an entire glass of water. You cleaned it up, I watched. I watched the whole movie watching you. Soaking up the moments. Trying to press record in my brain for when you’re gone. I know I have big day tomorrow and I should be sleeping, but I can’t stop thinking about how quiet the silence will be when you’re gone. How big of a hole your absence will leave. Every time I come home, will I have to walk around the hole you’ll leave when you walk out our front door? Will our bed feel as safe at night without you in it? Have I left enough of an impression for you to not forget about me? If you find your way back to us, will it still feel like home?