It feels so empty.

Without him.

I’ve been sitting near the door,

for 1 hour… 2 hours… 3 hours… 4 hours…

and I’m still waiting.

Hoping that I will see him walking back.

Back to our home.

Back to me.

Everytime the neighbour’s stupid dogs bark, I will look outside and call out for him.

But there’s no sign of him coming back.

Not at all.