I didn't catch you shimmy the unwinding

Stair case of being,

to meet with the future me, dead cats,

And lost family.

You could still be panting on the rug,

And smiling like someone lost in puppy love.

You are a friend who,

Moved to,

The neighboring town.

Where I miss you, but hope that

You are happier where you are.

Lost in endless socks and resolve.

I still remember.

Here or not.

I still love you.