All I have,
For everything.
A pawprint
In clay.
That's it.
Thousands of trinkets, toys, stuffies.
Folder upon folder of random junk.
Papers and pencils and packs of gum
Study lists, flashcards, photo albums, puzzles.
And all I have
For the tears, rolling down my cheeks
The way I know I will never recover
Never want another pet
Never, never again
All I have for all the memories
And how you've been here since birth
And how I've been your human kitten -
All I have.
A pawprint in clay.
The thing is,
I can't get over it.
It sticks in my memory
unforgettable
and I want it
but I know it was just
subconscious dreamland.
It was old
I dreamt
it was next year
everyone I loved was there
tall chairs
light work
not reality
everyone
perfect
I woke up and I felt his love
butterfly wings against my cheek
My dread of math -
infinite.
Why must it be so complicated?
Math reasoning may be the authority on your scoring sheets
but it's not the boss of me.
Because there is no math reasoning.
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