Traces of you

Soon, it’s going to be 2 years since you turned into a star in the night sky.
I look up that night before leaving hoping to see you twinkle.

I open the door hoping you’d come running towards me with whines and helicopter tail.
But I’m only greeted with your scent and an empty place.

I don’t find your fur stuck on every piece of furniture anymore.
Traces of you have slowly started fading away as though you never existed.

The next time I return, I still hope to find your scent lingering like a warm hug.
I don’t want you to leave just yet, even though I pray for you to come greet me as another dog everywhere I go.