You’re an ant, so stubborn, and so very dense. Working to eat, living to die. The way you live it’s no wonder you always ask “why?” I watch and I watch, wondering if you’ll ever look up and find me. But you’re stuck in your ways. Sometimes I visit you. The bird that lets you get too close. The dog that rests its tired head on your legs. The house spider that protects you from its ceiling corner. Do you recognize me? I’m sorry for building my home in your heart. I’m sorry for leaving. But aren’t you glad you know what it feels like? Don’t keep me waiting too long. I love you.