Paws move like fingernails
On a desk.
Carpet-soft within my shirt,
Head down at rest.
Nothing to feel
But the presence of her lying down,
The uncapturable moment she steals.
Days pass and my best friend
Makes life fast.
For the carpet would be empty
But as an outcast,
The eyes I look at as I lay,
Stare back at me with her head rested
While I sigh.
My life is an incomplete awareness
And the heart that beats by mine
Can never be met, no matter how hard I seek.
I breathe for another day
Wondering if my life meant as much to her
As hers to mine.
The way to leave is not as straight as a line.
Somewhere I see the place I’ll be,
When I’m there I won’t know it’s me.