Blurry teary eyes,
The only poem I repeated to write.
I hope I could turn back time,
Just to shut the door and keep you in my sight.
Your soft little paws and tiny whiskers,
Round eyes that shimmers.
The scratches you left on my fingers,
Fully healed but the pain still lingers.
The collar I bought,
A little loose so I'll wait you grow.
You lovedd it when the bell rings,
You loved stealing my things.
But you left too soon,
And I wasn't prepared to let you go.
I thought cats have nine lives,
But you're nowhere to be found when they took your first.
Dwayne, I'm missing you these days,
You are my best four weeks.
