happiness history holidays love poetry

magic & loss

more painful

than losing the baby

was watching you cry


me remembering

the November

your sweet excuse

for everything was,

“Hey, I’ve got a pregnant wife at home…”

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on stray cats

writers take in

& tend to each other


a warm place to sleep

in the heart

a saucer of milk

lines dedicated

meat nibbled bones of relief

the way loving souls dote

on stray cats

they cannot keep