He
Rested on the pavement
And though
I never saw it I know
The little chest heaved
As tiny pink lungs collapsed
Within the fur-covered chest

He wasn't
Mine
But a gasp
Jumped from my lungs
Like the air
Was struck from his
When the love of my life
Said his cat
Was dying

Earlier
By weeks
"When we
Live together can we
Have a cat?"
A smile, shy, on my lips
And he said
"You think I'd leave Desmond here?"

He was going
To be
Our
Cat instead of
His cat
There was going to be an
Us.
Though I know
He loves me
I can't help but feel
The cat
Would
Have helped.