my cat.

I remeber
that night
it was cold
and raining
the wind howling relentlessly outside my window
my cheeks were streaked with tears
from a dream I'd rather not recall
things seemed broken 
everything seemed wrong
why did my mind do this to me?
I thought I was stronger than that
but there I was
looking five again
crying 
wrapped in my blankets
my head bowed low to my fears
when from the dark she came
and into my hand she borrowed her face
warm 
warm and soft
she calmed my fears
and dried my tears
such a sweet thing
and now 
old she may be
but that little cat 
is still here 
and still sweet
every morning 
I'll awake to her weight
sitting on my chest 
pawing at my face
remiding me that she still needs to be pet
I love my cat.