Why I Live Alone
a final revision
I live alone in a big house
With Erin’s cat, Mr. P.
When she died, two years ago,
He was an ornery fourteen.
I drive out to the cemetery
A few times a month now,
Sit on the ground by Erin’s stone.
I tell Erin I love her.
She knows, but likes hearing
Me say it. I tell her I love her
Every day, all day long.
She rolls her eyes, is gone.
© slovitt 2023
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goth: thanks for your comment. swep
I’m almost lost for words! Your preciseness is brilliant, and although I felt your pain and loss, it was nevertheless enriching to read.
Griffoner: high praise, high interaction. thanks, Swep