rising, falling, repeat

i wish i knew you when i was a kid,

the cavity in my chest aches for time we weren’t given,

screams when i watch you curl up on my bed

chest rising, falling, repeat,

small and uncaring of what happens outside of our warm home.

i gaze down into those black pearls sitting in your eye sockets

as you wait patiently for a small piece of my toast in the morning

and i think to myself,

fuck, if this won’t hurt.

i wish i knew you when i was a kid,

the cavity in my chest aches for time we weren’t given,

screams when i think of when the last time i kiss your soft fur will be,

chest rising, falling.