we still find all that we leave behind
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
PUNK!
i waited, calling
for the soft, furry body
i knew wouldn't be running to the door,
unlike every morning -
the hesitation of uncertainty
where to look,
who has my cat
?
his loss is bigger,
in this household,
than his body.
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