His Love Never Returned
His Love Never Returned
he cried his lost sweet cat
a ball of fur so soft
and eyes so keen and bright
that tail always wagging
with paws reaching to play
the little joy gone
it's been four sad days
of tortured vigil
of looking for her
high and low in trance
the haunts he checked
and back roads past
bridges open
to green pastures
she may have gone
black clouds found
and heartache
her absence
setting storm
to his heart
he cried
deeply
of her
escape
from his
life
connie pachecho
11/12/17
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