i wonder if Jessica
remembers me now.
she always had understanding eyes
& an unfailing intuition about how badly
i needed her.
from afar, she wd. summon me
& always
just when.
i arrived at her home.
she waited on the couch.
our love ritual was simple and elegant–
entering the room, our eyes
touched like old spirit eyes.
when our bodies began to glow,
she nodded & i crossed
the room to sit beside her.
as time mellowed into
golden light, i wd.
show her the palm
of my hand & she wd.
place her head on my lap
& begin to purr all the pain
away.
her fur was always soft & warm
white & black
& there was always a
kitten hiding underneath
to play with.
such was our loving
now she is gone.
does the grieving ever end
or do we only
forget?