12/5/12

creature comfort


The world around me 
now that he is gone

The house quiet

The ambient sounds few  
and the ones I do hear
sometimes they sound like him …
digging through the litter 
padded paws on the hard wood floor
a ghost kitten scurrying through my peripheral vision

One of my friends likened it to losing a limb and there is a certain familiarity to that metaphor
It's a hard thing getting used to comforting myself
it was he who helped me through the gray areas 
When I'd been in need he was that creature. 
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