Writing

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

When the silences grow stone cold

And you don't fill in the gaps in conversation -

When I can't bring myself to change the subject

But we both know it has to be done -

When I can't find words,

For once in my life,

I'm sorry

I won't say why

because we both know

and we're both handling it differently

but I'm here

I'll be here for a very long time

so if you need me

just tell me

okay?

I'm here for you.

I fell

The ground didn't catch me, though

and I'm still falling

suffocating in my own sadness and grief

in shared sadness and grief, actually

except that it hit you harder

because you were closer to her

I didn't even realize how old she was

and she's not even my cat

and I didn't know her all that well

but I'm still crying

because she's not going to be there anymore

You were there.

You were always there.

You were there for me

When I couldn't be there

For myself.

You took care of me.

You came running and jumping onto my bed

When I cried -