My hands remember my small cat
My sensory imagination grows stronger
I feel the fragile beauty of her facial bones
I touch her ears gently with my fingers
I gently feel her spine
She turns over and gives a little moan
But does not open her eyes
Trust.
Oh little cat so warm so loving
I miss your presence
In these random acts of memory you come back
To my senses more alive than when you were living
And then I have to move and you leave me again
How my heart sings 