So strangely she entered my life and became my companion.
The stray with the fancy and no tag.
Smoking buddy in the day or late lonely nights.
Funny how it is when i came back at 4am that friday we sat together.
You closed the distance we always kept, the apathy we both tried to
wear. Curled at my feet. I knew this would be the last time. Whispering
a vain hope for you to be there when i returned from thailand.
We both knew (age would not allow you).
Quiet friend now silent, i know not where you lie.
Maybe you knew more than me. That someone else
might come to fill what we didn't do.
Thank you. I wish i could have told you about it.
For someone who's always supposed to have nice
pictures these are all i got. Perhaps they are apt.
Just a tired old cat that wandered by like clockwork.
She'll be my smoking buddy,
the one who didn't tell me stop.
