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