for Miu

when something dearly is gone forever

all you wish was a little bit of touch

a little bit of sound

a little bit of their sense

they must have left some around

on the floor, at the corner of the bed

at the front door, where they used to rest.

you tried to relive the memories

turn the house upside down

looking for something that once belonged to them

you kept going round and round

in your head, playing that same clip

hoping they would return in the flesh

and rub their tail on your jeans once again.

t.l.

i hope in the next 8 lives,

i get to cross paths with you one last time.