the lights blink
in the storm.
windows rattle, a door
swings open.
the cat runs out into
the street
never to return.
we knew she'd leave
at some point.
truthfully she isn't
missed.
she was a cat.
aloof and cold, always
taking, never giving.
strange
and scared, prowling
the corners
of my life, turning joy
into fear.
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