Waiting by the Window

​I waited by the window for you to arrive.
The hours passed, I wasn't sure if you were alive.

​It was a wintery night and I checked for your footprints in the snow. 
Would you ever come back? Only time and space would know.

Our pet bloodhound gnawed on a bone. 
Within hours, he began to whimper and moan.

For the last time I looked for you through the window frame. 
An eerie sensation told me things would not be the same.

I nodded off and every hour I would check your bed.
It was always empty, I feared you were dead.

I couldn't sleep so I sat at the kitchen table with the light on.
My last ray of hope guided you while you were still gone.

When the police came and knocked at the door.
That's when I perceived your existence was no more.