A space curls around me
It weighs down my chest when I wake up
Not kneading, not purring
Downstairs, Brian asks the air
if it's made him a cup of tea
An emptiness, a fail-to-greet-me
When I come home
Absence of cat
LMC 25Aug11
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Oh Lynne - a great poem. There is a huge empty space when a cat dies. Keep working on Brian.. xx
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