you asked me once if i could even imagine
our lives if not together
so i tried
i started with the morning
i would rise with the sun
and follow its fingers
and you would be there
coffee in hand
third cat of three
warmer than the window light
so i imagined midday
alone, head down
adrift in the fog
and you would be there
"chin up" you'd say
framed in the doorway
i'd have a light to follow
then, the evening
i would rest, at last
and forget myself
hours would pass
my time would grow short
and i would despair
but you would be there
that evening
and the morning
and midday
and evening again
always
i could not imagine anything different
~
