I miss the two cats who
loved me deeply.
I tried my best to do the same
for them and I believe I loved them
deeply as well.
They’re gone now.
They’re both dead.
And I live alone.
I talk to them still from time
to time.
Empty voices in a wooden house.
I feel them here with me.
Or want to feel them here.
Or need to feel them here.
Maybe you’ve had a pet or
a lover or a loved one before
who’s no longer there;
either deceased or moved on?
Maybe you can relate to this
kind of vacant feeling?
And maybe, just as I,
you still hope and believe
in something…
because you have been loved
bigly.
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