Something Was Missing

Something was Missing in

Our house for 1.

It was like the first snowfall of winter:

Cold

And Silent.

There was nothing but

The music from our hearts.

Falling like rain,

Our tears fell.

We were alone

Together.

We kept him in

A corner of our minds

Never forgetting

The love that he gave us,

His smile, his soul

Of an adored cat.

This noir Feline.

We called him our son,

A piece of our hearts that we lost,

That we wanted to keep with us;

He was our missing piece.

Our one thing we called “Home”.

When we felt alone.

Something was missing from our bed,

On our covers,

From our house built for one.

We looked everywhere,

We thought like him,

Then like his eyes on catnip:

Round and golden like the moon,

We thought we uttered the taboo possibility:

He’s gone.

There like our bodies,

Our sanity fell,

Plummeted to the floor, our

Hearts hit the floor.

We knew then

that we were going to be

Missing everything:

Home.

Son.

And family.