regards me intently
with his huge reflective orbs
He sees the invisible me
the one others don't see
I have become his shadow
It's something that neither of us understand
Or want to
The sadness will try to settle in his bones
like the longest winter day
stretching on forever
His dark brown fur
flecked with grey
comforts me with every stroke
We are alike
timid with claws
He doesn't belong to me
he is someone else's,
though he thinks he is not
And so he'll leave someday
when he thinks I no longer need him
He'll stretch and look back once
And I'll never see him
Again.
LH 2016
RIP Winston/Tom
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