Never coming back (a poem)

This may take me a while…

I keep looking for you when I pass the doorway
expecting to see you in your usual place
But there’s nothing there
The space is bare

I guess it’s true you’re never coming back

I keep thinking I’ll feel a tug at the blankets
expecting you to want to crawl underneath
But there’s nothing there
The space is bare

I guess it’s true you’re never coming back

I keep looking for you when I open the door
expecting to see you waiting for me
But there’s nothing there
The space is bare

I guess it’s true you’re never coming back

I keep saying the things I’ve gotten used to saying
expecting you to answer when I speak
But there’s no one there
The space is bare

I guess it’s true you’re never coming back

(14 November 2016)

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9 thoughts on “Never coming back (a poem)

  1. Oh my god this almost made me cry AT WORK. It made me think of my cute little cat Moet (who felt like my baby) who went missing earlier this year when I accidentally forgot to let him back in at night. It was completely my fault and my forgetfulness pretty much killed him. That night there was a storm and perhaps he got lost – but he never returned. No news. Nothing. It’s been 8 months. Everyone tells me that he probably found a nice new home. That’s a load of BS. Reality is he was probably hit by a car and died cold & alone on a wet & windy night. Or he got stuck somewhere and starved to death. Or he was attacked by a dog or kidnapped and tortured by some neighbourhood kid. The horrible part is i’ll never know what happened to my baby. And even if he did find another home it would have been horrible for him because he was a very shy cat and terrified of others – he would have missed me and his best friend (my dog). Oh god here come the tears 😦

    1. I know the feeling. I wish there had been something I could have done for Lucy—but I was asleep at the time. My only consolation is that she would not have suffered—or not suffered for very long, at least. This will take some time to get over. (Trixie, her sister, will probably have an easier time of it than I will, since they did not get along.)

      1. I’m glad she was close by to you, safe in her home when she died. How lucky (if you can say that) that you know what happened to her. I just realised that’s why I’m in so much pain 8 months later. I have no idea what happened to moet and I haven’t been able to grieve and seek closure. I might make a cross for him & add it to the pet cemetery at my parents place 😭😞

  2. Kevin, I’m so, so sorry. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you to go through. Lucy was always my favorite. I’ll miss her walking carefully down the hall, with a peep in her mouth, chirping and waiting to be praised and acknowledged for her bravery in keeping the house safe from the peeps and the creepy monkey-bear thing. She was over 14 years old, and had a good, happy life with you. Rest peacefully, sweet Lucy.

      1. And you were spared seeing her suffering and actual death – that’s huge. Really, super huge. I love how she loved on her terms – sometimes she was all worried, other times it was, please spend six hours hanging out with me in the bathroom petting my tummy.

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