Let go

A poem for my baby

The pool of tears calls to me, should I listen? Should I dive?

Her purrs vibrate through my ribcage, causing the pain coiled inside to shift.

It moves, it twists, it jabs against my lungs.

The warmth of your fur, the gentle caresses of your whiskers, why am I freezing?

Please, don’t leave me, hang on to me.

Guide my soul to where you are, drown out the shrieks of my aching heart!

Sweet one, I’ll hurt so you can rest.

Let go, we’ll meet again.

Maybe she survives this, but I don’t think so. Thank you for 15 years, Amaranta.