but when i asked my cat
if she missed you,
she just shrugged it off,
eyes blinking slow and deliberate
between a yawn and
a scratch on the chin.
'would it make any difference if i did?
the Sun wouldn't stop warming me
and the birds wouldn't stop fluttering
up above, if I did.
what could i gain from
missing something
that was never even mine,
to begin with?'
she yawned, once more,
and jumped off of my bed,
staring into the ever darker sunset
outside my room.
'your window will still be
open, at night,
and the air will still
cool me off,
in the summer.
there are pleasures
far too fulfilling
to be tainted with things that
were barely even here, anyway.'
