Separation Anxiety

I’ve taken too many steps Backward Too many sleepless nights In my boots Next to my bed With no one to say Goodnight to Nor to me And said goodbye Unwillingly Too many times To those I’ve loved And charished So dearly So deeply Now departed I’m yet to move on These are lives lived inside boxes In homes Lives moved into boxes Out of homes Into dark alleys Of miserable existence Into boxes Six feet under Into the past tense For a new home Without a choice, A permanent home A deep dark hole Buried whole Far from home Victims of circumstance Come back home Remember the warmth The lush vegetation growth The protective voice Of a collective noise Around the home The love, The laughter Of children playing Of birds singing Of your favourite dish Of the palatable fresh smell Of food and drink A frothed mug o’ coffee So much caring Of a dog's affection