(to my cat)
today
i hear the soft whisper
of a goodbye
as i am looking in your eyes.
but
that's not what's making me
cry when i leave your side.
i cry
because i know how bad
you want to bite this
hand of mine
and you just can't.
YOU ARE READING
soft side ; a poetry book
Poesíaif a rock had feelings, this is what it would sound like.
