I feel we’ve connected
On an emotional level, you know?
I always try to be as spontaneous as possible.
I love laying in my bed
With you here, right now.
My fingers, parting the seams
of your orange highlighted hair.
But I know-this will soon end.
For I hear my mother in the kitchen,
And, with every noise she makes
your ears perk, your mind wonders, and your attention quakes
and now you leave me,
was there a memory?
You bring me an everlasting frustration,
Linked with a hopeful thought that you may love me.
I cannot continue to comfort you, but I will
For you have always been,
Just my cat.
- Campbell Phelan