I still remember how you found me,
No matter where you’d roam,
The sound of hooves across the field
Always meant that you were home.
I miss the warmth beneath my hand,
Your breath upon my face,
The quiet way you understood
What words could never say.
Now when I walk those fields alone,
I sometimes call your name,
Knowing I won’t hear your footsteps
Coming back to me again.
But when the evening sky grows still,
And stars begin to show,
I feel you somewhere close to me,
More than I’ll ever know.
I whisper softly to the night,
**“I miss you every day.”**
And somewhere beyond this world,
I imagine you looking back my way.
**“I know. And I’m still with you.”**
