within this
column of pale
wintered
sunlight
your ancient
cat slips
like a striped
shadow
through
the room, a
slow blur
of life un
winding, still
soft, but eyes
no longer blue,
melting
towards an end.
and with her
goes your memory
of how long
it's been
when the kitten
in her was
also in you.
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