reality was warm
on my breast
I can't believe she's dead
she'll come home
scratching at the door
and the aching
in my stomach
making it hard to speak
will stop
it's easier pretending
than loving
I knew the smell
of her breath
how her body
would stretch
across my stomach
against my neck
beneath my hair
the heat I remember most
warm soft with truth
when she would dig
her claws deep
in my skin
I held her
I could not let go
I only wish
I didn't have to find her
and see her mouth open
with the flies buzzing
damn flies
you don't know her
and they go about
sucking on her flesh
she was whole
and fresh
body stretched long
like when she'd lay on me
why did I have to see her
so quickly after
Death and God took her
can't the world stop
for just one minute
and try to understand
people still hate
and hurt each other
thinking simple
and selfish thoughts
I'm not asking
for the world's attention
just a moment of peace
where people might love
without expectations
and give a little more
than they want to
even when it hurts
so crazy to think
of the world and complexity
over a deceased cat
Glover
oh! the elation of pillow fights
my eternal glover
forgive my pride
my unwillingness to admit
I was wrong
you-full of life
and mischief in downtown days
no time for girls
no time for growing up
we rolled down the grass
of such a mansion of a home
you and "tag"
became a "tagger"
ask me again
what to say to girls
ask me what it's like
to kiss and stay young
you were so small
an innocent
my love advisor
such wisdom for one
so untainted
I hate the world
how it has embraced you
you've grown into a man
I missed the date-the hour
they gave you maturity
and hormones-my goodness
Glover! I always knew
your face would shine
and girls would catch
the fever of your strength
I wanted you to stay
the way I always loved you
carefree and young
eternal symbol of youth
I lost the last connection
to my own immaturity
I am old
you are old
my childhood friend
gave me hope
in humanity-in life
Glover-don't ever forget
that life is too short
to be anyone but yourself
6-13-93
my eternal glover
forgive my pride
my unwillingness to admit
I was wrong
you-full of life
and mischief in downtown days
no time for girls
no time for growing up
we rolled down the grass
of such a mansion of a home
you and "tag"
became a "tagger"
ask me again
what to say to girls
ask me what it's like
to kiss and stay young
you were so small
an innocent
my love advisor
such wisdom for one
so untainted
I hate the world
how it has embraced you
you've grown into a man
I missed the date-the hour
they gave you maturity
and hormones-my goodness
Glover! I always knew
your face would shine
and girls would catch
the fever of your strength
I wanted you to stay
the way I always loved you
carefree and young
eternal symbol of youth
I lost the last connection
to my own immaturity
I am old
you are old
my childhood friend
gave me hope
in humanity-in life
Glover-don't ever forget
that life is too short
to be anyone but yourself
6-13-93
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