The house feels too quiet now

 The house feels too quiet now.

No paws racing down the hallway.
No jingling tags to greet me at the door.

But in the stillness, I hear something else.
Not silence. Not absence.
Love.

Love speaks through every memory,
every photo, every dream that still visits me.
It’s louder than grief.
It’s stronger than time.

Love is the loudest voice.
And it keeps whispering your name.