I come home in the cold. There are memories of him still scattered on the floor. It's eerily quiet. I almost expect to see him bolting around a corner. But no, nothing. He's never coming back. The emptiness pervades the space that was always there, yet it feels so much bigger and so much emptier. I close my eyes and try to remember his warmth. But it's fading fast in this icy air. He is gone. Gone. Gone.