If You’re Reading This, My Neighbor, I’m Sorry I Didn’t Invite You in for a Drink

You told me your cat died today

and that you were afraid to go inside

because then her absence would greet you

the way she used to, nuzzling her upturned head

against your leg, a soft purr

telling you how happy she was to have you home.


And in my haste to return to my two loving puppies

barking and calling on the other side of the door,

I didn’t think

to invite you in

for a drink

and some conversation,

a healthy distraction

from your sadness

over keeping company with silence

rather than your cat

of seventeen years.


Or, as you said,

eighty-four,

if she’d have been a human.

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