There is an empty space in my bed,
And no more biscuit crumbs on the floor,
My window is shut,
When it was never shut before.
No more do I hear,
Her rhythmic claws tapping,
Meows for biscuits,
Or purrs when she is napping,
There is only silence,
A void that can't be filled,
I buried her with the evidence,
And the love that she instilled.
Yet still I hear the absence of sound,
Catch glimpses of memory,
Where joy did abound.
There is an empty space in my bed,
And no more biscuit crumbs on the floor,
My window is shut,
When it was never shut before.
