I stood at the kitchen sink doing the dishes,

I saw you park and walk up to the front door.

The door was open, so you timidly knocked on the screen,

to the house, you called home for the last five years.

No one knocks on the door to our sanctuary,

they know everyone is welcome to come in,

Yet, you knocked.

I called out, "Come in."

You stood uncertainly in the doorway and asked if she was home.

"She's back there somewhere go look."

And so, you did.

I heard your cat cry out for you as she discovered you were here.

"I called out, dad's home, dad's home."

And the tears formed like acid in my eyes.

It's not about me, it's not about me, I kept repeating to myself

But then why is my heart breaking?

It's not about me….