The cat sleeps some more

Her breathing sometimes silent

Othertimes tiny snores.

Her curled body rests

At the end of my bed

On the throw that is in part

Placed there for her comfort.

She has kept me company

And warm,

Through these long-short days

Whilst I recover from

This transient illness

That in the great scheme of my life

Will barely register, but currently

Feels interminable.

Imagine if no cat though.

I’m grateful for her mercies.

Don’t tell her.

She’ll be unbearable.

I thought you were the one.

You’d found me

When we’d missed each other

All those years ago

Without realising

Until now.

An attractive premise

Around which we, I? wove dreams.

Have I lost you?

You were never mine to lose.