The old woman who lives next door
she asked of you today
she guessed you’d gone
she knows our world has broken

She heard our voices raised
the slam of the door when you left
and me
wailing in the hall at this ****** hollow life

You thought she was mad
an old *****
self obsessed
with flea ridden cats
that’s because you never took the time
to discover the woman

She told me
he left forty years today
without a word
slammed the door
just like you
and she waited
waited in the company of her cats
waited...for him

Cats are her love
she cares for them
and in return they adore her

Isn’t love what matters
even if it’s only a cat
who loves you?

If every person you’d ever known
turned the other way
wouldn’t you also be grateful
for the love of a cat?

I dreamt of her many years ago.
She didn't have a face.

But when she spoke,
it was the sound of music.

As I lay beside her,
all the ******* of my life started fading away.

Something about the vague dream kept me going.
It inspired me to keep fighting.

And then I woke up, happy,
for the first time in forever.


She could be anyone..

You know our years are not lost
our children
our laughter
the blood
the breathe
the tears

the loneliness just got to me
that's all.
I just couldn't take it anymore.
ignored and dying.

you will be happy.
you will meet someone nice.

our years wont be lost,
you are you
and I am me.