The bed is clean,
the floor unoccupied
I see you in every corner,
under every canopy of incidence
Where have you gone,
my constant companion?
Leaving me with a heart
the size of your paw?
Are you loitering down the alley?
Or comfortably where the stars lie?
Have you only lost your way home,
or found a better one somewhere?
It can't be true what they say
about nine lives;
you been granted too many.
Then why now, do you stay afar?
Cross the enemy of divide,
and leap back to your jute bag of joy!
I can't survive these shades of grey,
they are nothing without white and black.