My poem diary #2

Hii, so this is the 2nd poem I'm posting here, I hope y'all like it!

Today, at the bottom of a drawer

I've found an old phone.

Nothing special there,

except for the photographs

of my old childhood cat.

The hours spent at the vet,

the IV fluids,

organs shutting down,

wasting away slowly,

and then - gone, so quickly

too quickly.

But for now none of this matters

now, just for a little moment

he is alive, again

lying on the couch,

purring softly.

Loved,

more than he could've ever imagined.