for now
I can fool myself
that you’re in another room
or just
somewhere out of sight
nearby
and with each moment
I get a bit of respite
from sorrow
but it will
become more difficult
as the day goes on
and you don’t appear
to sit on my lap
or mew for your meal
and as my tender heart
begins to absorb your loss
the quiet will settle
for now
it is filled
with Mozart and poetry
perhaps
there will always now be
a layer of quiet in your wake
