My heart breaks as I
Pass a cushion on which you slept
Notice the cat flap without your little face poking through
See the shed at the end of the garden and you are not on the roof
Go to bed without you sleeping next to me
Miss you bouncing onto my bed for a cuddle
Watch tv in the evening without you on my knee
Come in the front door without you coming to greet me
Move around the kitchen without you tripping me up
Notice the silence without your little bell or miaows echoing around
Look at the carpet and you aren’t ruining it
Visit the spare room and you are not taking possession
Miss those fiery golden eyes so sure of their superiority
yet so fearful of strangers and loud noises
Wonder what happened to your mind to pounce those times:
Some schizophrenia of the cat brain?
How I miss all those warm moments with you,
The feel of you, my companion, as we sat together.
I cry like a five-year old as I wander
All those empty spaces.