From my kitty
Now, after I am gone, you cry and grieve,
and everywhere you look, you miss me.
But soon enough the remembrance of me
will fade, as it must.
If you didn’t die now, you will move on.
That is the way it goes.
The time will leave just tattered foggy memories.
But if you really try, you will always remember
my furry nuzzle and a brush of paw
when I awoke you at night.
From me to my kitty
I wish we could have left together.…
Well, we could have, like in one of Shakespeare’s plays.
But it did not happen, even though, quite easily
I could have just laid down, and let the grief take me.
Ideally, that is how it always should be
where exists extraordinary devotion.
(Most people will find it preposterous –
a human and beast? A CAT?!
Well, I don’t, and you were not just a cat)
We have communicated beyond words - on primary,
on primeval, on metaphysical level entirely - no need to utter
any human words to express feelings.
It was a long journey - quarter of a century…
I’m grateful that our paths have crossed,
and I miss you terribly, my true love, my child,
my furry friend, and companion.
But you need to know that I am quite old
and you were my last, most exquisite love story,
in its purest, truest form.
I will follow you soon enough.
And meanwhile, WILL remember.