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I Miss My Cat

I didn’t know love
could be so quiet
until the house learned your absence.

Your bowl still waits
like it expects forgiveness.
The sun still falls
in the same warm square
on the floor...
but you are not there,
curled into the shape of peace.

You never said goodbye.
You just stopped breathing
and took the gravity with you.
Now even silence feels heavier
than it used to.

You were there
for my worst versions..
when the world felt sharp,
when words failed,
when I spoke only in sighs.
You listened
without asking me to explain myself.

I miss the small things
the most.
The way you chose me
every day
without ceremony.
The way your eyes said
you’re home now
before I believed it myself.

Grief is strange.
It hides in dust,
in fur I still find on black clothes,
in the instinct to look down
so I don’t step on you...
then remembering
I never will again.

They say you were “just a cat.”
But you were the proof
that love doesn’t need language,
that comfort can have a heartbeat,
that something so small
can leave a silence this large.

If love is energy,
you must be everywhere now...
in the quiet hum of night,
in the patience I learned from you,
in the part of me
that softened
because you existed.

I miss you
in ways that don’t make sense yet.
I miss you
in ways that never will.

And if there is a place
where souls go
to rest without pain,
I hope you found
the warmest spot.

Save it for me.