Poem: Another of Those Moments Is Due

Another of Those Moments Is Due

It has not yet come today,
but it will.  It is a part
of each day.  I expect it,
maybe, when I am standing
at the foot of the bed,
when I feel something
beneath my toes
and worry I have stepped
on his tail or paw,
or it might be outside
in the dark, looking about
worrying he has wandered off.
It is months, but each day
I still have those moments,
but they are better
than the moment after
when I think of him,
remember no cat
lives here any longer.

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