ferals

Ten days since you passed. I’m standing on your front porch as summer sunlight shimmers through tall trees. A lone feral wraps his tail around his feet as he sits just out of reach in the cool grass. His soft meow vibrates in the silence before he un loops himself and slips away. In this moment I am alone with my thoughts of you. My hand on your front door and my heart aches for what could’ve been, should’ve been…ghosts of beauty in the wreckage you left behind. I see past the chaos to the life you were meant to live. And I love you.