My little cat

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