Losing Kiki when she was only 8 years old was devastating.
The memory of losing her, when my wail hit the walls.
I clung to her in my arms, James there to comfort.
She was sick and beyond repair, no help given sufficed.
As the days go on I miss her deeply, I cherish memories.
Loona is still here to be a menace and bring the joy.
Joy which is painful to feel, guilt for letting go of Kiki.
Pain and loss fester inside, deep where I bury it beside.
The words which now are expressed can be released.
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Poetry and Self Reflection🌻
PoetryShort poems I've written for myself that I felt important to share with the world✨
