the silence-

the silence-

i hear it echo through

and come back to me

silence is so loud,

silence is so heavy.

i never used to notice,

it was just the background

for our play-

tiny steps,

sometimes soft and slow

and others,

thundering down the

stairs and over chairs

and always hairs

and with the silence

comes the emptiness-

my arms ache with it,

my heart bleeds with it.

no soft, warm bundle to hold close,

no bright eyes to gaze

into mine,

no perky, chirpy sounds to

answer me back.

no anxious face at the



just for me.

no scolding if i’m late,

or cold-shouldered disdain

until she’s been fed,

pacing, pacing

until she’s been fed.

my pillow under my head

my blanket pulled up over

i hide-

from the silence

the silence was different then,

my cat curled at my side.


In memory


Violet AKA Buggy

The Blue Cat

May 2000 – March 2017

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