Twenty

eight

     she left me without a goodbye
              and I didn't even know why
              i'm not sure if it's pain searing
             or just ignorance triggering

     in her lonely absence, I found,
             a ball of vigour lying 'round
             our living room inside a box,
             pulling hard at one of my socks

     it had the same blue eyes like her
             but encircling them were grey fur
             with tiny paws at the box's brink
             and a strange collar coloured pink

      in my pure joy and excitement,
           my knees to the floor have bent
           cupping its fragile body in mine,
           my mouth curved in an upward line

    "his name's Retro," my sister said.
          she kneeled and gently stroked his head
         we laughed a little bit wobbly,
         "He will be your bestest buddy."
        

                    funny how this ball of fur
                    filled up the hollow
                    feeling i have been keeping
                    for so long.

                                        he's my best bud.
                                        stillis.

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