Wednesday 23 June 2021

Thea

 





Space curls round me,
Weighs down my chest on waking,
Not climbing up my shoulder 
Not purring nor licking my ear. 
No sandpapery, almost unbearable rasping. 
Downstairs, Brian asks the air 
if it’s put the kettle on. 
Keeps checking her bowl for lack of food. 
Such emptiness, such a fail-to-greet me
Absence of our Thea, absence of cat. 

LM Collis 23.6.2021

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