To me you’re just a chapter,
A season written in pawprints and fur.
A handful of years folded softly between heartbreaks,
A quiet echo of love that will always endure.
Your character will come to an end,
Pages turned from the start to the blur.
Stories unfold and new chapters begin,
But for you, I am all that you were.
I am the voice that wakes you from your dreams,
The steady rhythm beneath your paws.
The warmth in every lunchtime nap,
The quiet comfort in the world’s small flaws.
While my life spins onwards, far and wide,
A thousand stories yet to be told.
You live in each moment, unchanging and still,
Where my love is the only world you hold.
No other voices call you home,
No other touch as soft or sure.
In every glance, a silent promise,
That here, with me, you are secure.
So when my chapters twist and change,
And I am lost in dreams anew,
Remember, in your world of now,
My whole book lives within you.