I might leave I tell her crossing my arms beneath my breast Listening to the rain speak Washing away the yellow layer of pollen and dust Agitating the old window panes Scrubbing the sore throbbing anatomy of nature Some relief from the spring season
It would be my right I murmur hearing the quiet ****** my words into hushed darkness By leave I mean stay Still wishing for what was What is now a memory Flickering black thumps against my feet Sounding like footsteps rhythmic More eyes blink in the dim light Feeling the rubbing touch of whiskers On nape of neck
leave From ultimately him She nods flicking one black silk ear Turning green eyes to the swaying Leaf fingers Tapping glass
I mean it, this time I'll show him. Lazy paws reach out Stretching tiny feet and jingling bell tones Chime in the silence
What it is like to loose me Curling feet meet cold blanket edge Where knees press so deep into breast That hands release, wrapping closer Tighter Tucking socked toes next to warm Breathing fur
You don't believe me, do you?* Green eyes meet blue and the mewling assertion Fills the air with conviction She didn't believe me She knew too well
This blonde deceiver Lied to often Mostly to herself