A cat

 

A cat came in my door

Once

Curious

As its paws made way

To questions 

I never asked myself before

"Why is your room messy?"

It asks

"Why is this blocking your door?"

"Why is this wet?"

Maybe because I let it in

That only then I understood

Its indulgence

Or my lack thereof

To be tempted to answer

But I let it in

Slowly revealing that my light

Is rougher

Compared to 

To its black coat

Aster 

As the void in my heart

I pet it

Stroke the smooth shine

Out of its fur

I bring it dust

The grime of the world

Out of jealousy 

Out of spite 

I hoist it near me

Brought it to my lap

As its eyes blinked

in skips of emerald

As its ears drooped

Relaxed

To drowsiness

To slumber

As it slept with me

In my grime

Then away it went

Like smoke

it wandered off 

Knocking on my door 

Just like when we first met

Asking for exit

From another

That

I never saw it again

Or if I did

Maybe

it all was

just smoke that lingered

A little longer.



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