every time i leave my parents house, i look out my windows and see my dogs sitting at the front door, wagging their tails at the sight of me. 

i still cry driving away. 

my heart is so tender

and i'd say that this was an embarrassing admission

but it's not, and i miss them all the time. 

can't explain it. and i'm not sure how to express it or how to relate to someone else about it. maybe if my sister moved out too she'd get it. 

but for now, i quietly think of them as i continue to go on with my days. 

and maybe a tear or two will escape while i work through the mundane. 

can't imagine how i'd cope as a parent.