Mourning dew saturates your stone,
silhouetted memories buried within me.
Birds try to sing harmonic psalms,
but only silent scores reach our ears.
It’s difficult to say the right words now,
when it was easy to say the wrong ones.
here I am,
Talking to a rock.
Shows how desperate I am to talk to you,
when I never let you say your piece.
You’re probably telling me to smile,
It’s not what I want!
I want you to blame me.
How I could’ve been better!
Always lying and
why you left me—
I know this doesn’t make sense,
even I struggle to comprehend it.
I only hope is that you think about me
as much as I think about you.
She never understood the words I said.
she’d rub her puffy tail against my head.
Purr after purr
I’d stroke her soft orange-hued fur.
I honestly wouldn’t know what to do without her.
It’s been 2 years now.
I can still hear her meow.
I still think about her somehow.
remind me of her golden eyes.
I can still feel her curl up next to me on those sleepless nights.
When I can’t find the words,
I smile—remembering her ceaseless purrs.
Her headbutts and graceful struts,
I wonder if she misses me and hears my thoughts.
I know her coat matches the colors in heaven.
When I’m alone, I call out to her again,
she’ll leave the clouds and come to me—for she’s my forever friend.