I glance over
at the bed
on the corner of my bed;

this odd fixture;
out of place,
a cat's bed
in a catless home.

It just melted into
the background pattern of the room,
and became
just another thing
there.

Had I forgotten,
that this bed you almost never used
was the one I carried you in
the last day of your life?

When you were too weak
to carry yourself,
I carried you.

In
that
bed.

on the corner
of my bed.

This background fixture
dormant for so long
suddenly sprang back into view.

And I remember
just how many days
the scent of your tiny body
clung to those fibers.

And there i sat
so many times,
inhaling memories,
exhaling tears.

#GoodnightPoem
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