Mimi
I remember a couple years ago sitting on my couch.
No knock.
No soul.
No sound.
No sound of blithe.
Stared into the eyes of the TV almost as if there was a way for it to comfort me..
For it to transform into someone who could hold me..
And I do not only mean physically but emotionally, also.
There are times we want to be alone.
Some more than others.
But does alone time have a limit or can it be considered an excess at some point? What if you don’t ask for alone time..
I remember the night the rum of tears hit.
I remember I refused when the lack settled, stated, and aroused. I had put up signs in hopes for someone to call that night or anytime soon. I knew now how it felt to be the one taping instead of waiting to cross the street, scanning the sign.
It hit me.
It remember a couple years ago sitting on my couch.
No knock.
No soul.
No sound.
No sound of blithe.
I remember it was Christmas.
I cannot forget all the times I didn’t ask for alone time.
But what I will not forget,
is the cat who was there through it all.
“Are you the owner of Mimi? Someone found her and turned her in to our hospital, today.”
All I need is my cat, Mimi.
“I’m on my way.”