All too Soon

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The first day was worrisome. The second was when we gave up. 

All too soon. 

An empty food dish, overflowing with rain water and dried plants. A water dish simply untouched.

 All too soon.

 Pale autumn leaves, resting upon what might as well have been a casket for the male cat that we had once cared so much for. 

All too soon. 

did we do something wrong? did we? Was it just the cruel echo of life coming from the darkness of the deepest shadows, stretching out to claim yet another innocent victim. 

The victims that can't be saved. 

The victims that are pulled underneath the black waves with their last breath still clinging on to the world. 

All too soon. 

Still I look back and remember, I never got a good picture of him. The one I had. The one I took. The second night. The white bowl, not meant for cat food. The cat that looked to strong and independent.

 If you looked close enough you saw how small he was. How weak. How pretended. Of course, I could only see him if I got close enough. I could only see through that strength when he let me in. When he took off his mask to taste the sun light. 

The sweet taste of the love he so desired. 

The love he so deserved. 

But after the sunlight reached him, The world began to notice. Because that is what it does. It notices the ones who step out from behind the wall and look into the eyes of love. And life doesn't appreciate that.

 It doesn't like it. 

You stay in your place or it takes you away. You stay in a line, or you join the parade. You put on your mask, permanently this time, and you join the endless festival of the lost ones. The homeless ones. The faceless ones. 

Even now I can see it. If you really look- if you really think... you can see it too. The parade of the faceless ones. They march on forever. never stopping, never resting...because they dared to remove their mask, and the world sewed it forever to their face. 

Made it their face. 

He is there somewhere. Walking along with them all. Prancing forward on his four delicate paws. 

I wish he were here. I wish life hadn't noticed. I wish I could have given him that sunlight, without it being taken away. It was all taken away. It is all taken away. 

All too soon.


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