3 in the morning and I miss her. Been over a month since I heard her say a word, more like a purr. I turn over only after knowing the ghost has gone… Memories vibrate out of buzzing ears. “Is she dead or alive? How many times did I dream of her tonight?”
My little Ginger is gone,
I am all alone.
I hope she follows me with every .txt
every journal
every notebook
every blog
every picture
every movie
every book
every night
every dream
all my life.
My little Ginger is lost! How will I go on and on?
This beautiful music empties itself in my gut now she’s gone.
I hold her paw in my hand, hearing her purr in my head.
Green eyes forever frozen open or endlessly blinking in photographs.
Ears that listened to her last sigh hear all things more faintly now.
Red eyes see sunshine, try not to be completely consumed by it,
or stung suddenly with overwhelming grief!
This song can stay on repeat!
A yellow-striped Tamagotchi toy cat
rests on a windowsill.
She does not move.
She does not sniff the cold metallic air…
