The week you left
the big house you lived in was strangely empty
silent
still — full of light
The week you left
we spent the time there, in that same big house
counting the books
and all of your flowers
The week you left
all the cats that had lived with you
they all came back
we could see them at the corner of our eyes
— I’d swear a saw I cat! —
they all came back
to say a final goodnight,
a final goodbye.











