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
window
waiting
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.
jee6.2017
In memory
of
Violet AKA Buggy
The Blue Cat
May 2000 – March 2017