They rub past legs and cry for love
Or food, but I pretend it’s love because
What human gives us looks like that,
Purring for the fact that we’re alive
And present in their life? Unqualified
And pure. Yep, I need that, now it’s gone
I feel my heart is fracturing, shattering
Like windows blasted by atomic bombs.
I’m not exaggerating there, it hurts,
I hope he walks back in tonight, crying
For his dinner, snoring on the carpet
Like a really crappy housemate but I need
Him back here now, so I can piece that heart
Back whole again, because this hurts.
I went outside to get my cat in for the night and he wasn’t there. He didn’t return this morning and it’s now 7pm and he is still not here. He has never left the garden before, and the only thing I can think is that he has been taken.
I never had pets as a kid and I never really got one as an adult because I was worried about how I would handle a death. Now that the cat has gone missing, I think this is worse. I was even letting myself think that it’s because the cat wants to punish me. Everyone seems to leave.
I know that is ridiculous but it is that awful voice in my head that likes to tell me nobody would ever want to hang around for this.
There is a chance that he might just wander in looking for his tea tonight, but for now, my heart is breaking.