Friday, 17 June 2016

Misty Madame

It's been a month since you died,
But I still haven't said goodbye.
Not a day passes by,
When I don't expect you to walk to my side,
And meow with all your might,
Expecting me to get up in the middle of the night.

I can still see you when I come home,
Waiting at the door to make me feel less alone. 
Even now, I feel your tiny paws,
Walking all over me, reminding me of what true love was.
I miss picking you up Simba style,
You would wonder at my madness and think me an imbecile,
But eventually we would reconcile.
I loved the way your fur felt beneath my fingertips,
And the way it would smell when I buried my face in it.
The tinker of your tiny little bell,
Ringing while you hid and gave us hell.  
I miss kissing your small wet nose,
And then the way your eyes would close.
I remember the way your soft paws felt on my cheek,
You adorable multi-coloured freak.

No more hanging on to my jeans,
Begging me not to leave.
You won’t be there when I go to bed,
Curled up, content, sleeping on my leg.
You’re not here anymore,
For me to hold tight and mourn.
Your absence is so palpable,
It makes me wish it was all reversible.
With a pirate eye and a bald patch,
We were the world's best match.
Eating, sleeping and reading won’t be the same,
Without you Misty Madame.

Thank you for choosing me.
Thank you for letting me love you.
Thank you for all that you taught me.

You will never be forgotten.

1 comment:

  1. I know you wish Misty could read this and know how much you love her and miss her.

    It sure does hurt when we lose our loved's like as if they take a part of us along with them when they go away.