i love lucy

dear lucy,

i am sitting in your room and you are gone. there is no mound of black and white sprawled on the desk or curled in the closet. your pink chair is lonely and so am i. i miss you. i miss your paws. your poses. your volleying mews. i miss flashes of you around corners and down stairs. i miss your shy nature. your mischief and misbehavior.

you occupy every crook of this house. i look at a windowsill and expect see you peering out. the shadows i cast in the morning light are not chased. i look for you, i think i hear you but it's just wishful thinking. everything seems too big without you, lucy.

i feel lucky to have been so close, if only for a moment.

godspeed sweet lucy.

love kdove