
We leave the light on,
To guide you home,
To circle, plop and sigh.
Taking up most of the bed,
With your long, lithe frame,
Silver-gray in the moonlight,
Even in complete darkness,
Shining.
Lighting our nights with love,
Softly stroking your velvet ears,
Gazing at the gentle glow of your half-lidded eyes,
At home, in bed, with your family.
Those you loved and trusted,
Who loved you so deeply in return,
And gladly shared our bed,
Of safety and protection,
Of affection and connection.
So empty, this bed, without you.
But we have left the light on,
To guide you home, to guide you back
Anytime, in anyway, that this sacred separation,
Allows.