With Her

(poetry)

Every piece of my puzzle lies scattered

Tossed around across the floor

I’m close to the edge, all shattered

Unwilling to live this life anymore

But when I raise my gaze across the room

And see her there, tucked in cozily in a cocoon

Blinking slowly and moving her whiskers

I can nearly hear her when she whispers:

“You and me, best friends forever!”

In that moment, my pieces fit again together;

And I stay alive one more November.

Our cat Gurmeta