Oldest furball died awhile ago
sometimes I decompose
failing the mission
my younger one falls in depression
missing the lovin on her
the rubbing nose on her
the convincing to face the day
burying itself extended in a pattern
a mosaic of grief
I sit in the moment
missing her too
animals got time to grieve
but I can see the shadow
in the cat trees
empty where the oldest used to be
I'm a grown ass woman
curling up next to it
writing cringy poems as if that's the resurrection
solution, somnolent looking for something concrete
How could I be brave?
Melting, along with the other cat
act irrational at times
go to work sane
then turn into a puddle, fake like a magazine
if I fake this anymore
the spell and potion will wear off
all for the loss of someone
who used their nine lives making me happy
Do you see love when you see me?
Thousands love you on my instagram feed
but none loved you like I loved you, needed you
cannot replace your blessings
you a preponderant spirit
just because you aren't here no more
don't mean you suspended my heart no longer
my words pale in comparison
I'm gaining in emotions
for eleven pounds
when the youngest looks at me
asking me where you at
come boy, let us grieve together in this horrible world
