The Loss of a Pet Cat

The loss of a pet cat
hurts more, when
you are twelve.
You have grown up,
a bit more
than your little brother
who hopes to get another one.
A bit more
to realize, the hollowness
of a replacement.
And much less
than your mother, smiling
through the wetness of her eyelid
to know tears wont bridge the gap
between the grave and the years
awaiting you.



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