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
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