I miss My slave

Everything was going swimmingly until My slave left.


I hadn't realised how much robert had come to mean to Me.  I returned home in early July, to find that he'd gone.  No note, no phone call, no explanation.  I knew something was up when he didn't bring Me lunch that day, so by the time I returned home I was quite worried - I thought he'd fallen off his bicycle and hurt himself.  I was hoping he'd be there to greet Me, in the kneeling present position as usual.  Most of his stuff was gone, but some remained, like his harp and the leatherwork.  I saw the keys on the dining room table, and I then I knew he'd gone.


Life has been somewhat flat since then.  Everything is tinged with sadness.


I wrote him an email asking why he'd left, but he hasn't responded.  Every time I return home, I look forward to seeing him there, but I know it is just a dream.


I miss My slave very much.