Ephemera
Grasping it like an heirloom.
Alone in this room.
I saw a whisker.
I knew it was from her.
Gray, yet somehow bright.
A piece of you that you left one night.
Trying to clean, to help myself calm.
But now I am crying from what is in my palm.
I miss when your whiskers poked me.
Like needles from a pine tree.
A simple memory of your love.
A reminder you sent from up above.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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