my broken thoughts 𐦍༘⋆

a meow once heard

i sit and wait
until you're home.

sometimes it's fun.
i catch bugs,
that hide under the rug.

other times i cry,
and scratch at locked doors,
keeping you out,
from wherever
you're about.

the food is getting empty,
and i haven't heard your voice.
i still wander
without a choice.

it's getting lonely now,
and i'm losing all my fur.
i wonder where you've gone.

spilled all the water,
wanting the tap you'd run.
patiently waiting
as i lapped it up.

laying on a bed,
that was once yours.
it became a peaceful pillow,
of a short moment,
for an eternal slumber.