I keep looking at the empty space where you used to be
last week before your soul went free
the hair I haven't cleaned up yet
the clean spot on the kitchen floor
where your placemat used to sit
where I won't be feeding you any more
your water bowl, your favorite toy,
things left behind that once brought joy
I find myself treading carefully
afraid I'll step where you used to be
Sometimes I see you by the bottom stair
I look again, you are not there
I miss your small cat steps
across my bed in the dead of night
waking me up long before light
I know I used to complain,
If only I could feel those soft paws again
Here kitty, kitty,
remind me how it used to be
Here kitty, kitty,
time passed much too quickly
~~ Park Stranger, in memory of Genghis
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