I’ve taken to loving the cats
with all my heart.
They’re the only living, breathing remnant
I have of you.
I tell them I love them at night
in the dark before I go to sleep.
I greet them when I come home and
walk through the door,
regardless how my day was,
I make it a point to talk to them jovially.
Somehow, I think I do these things for you.
Ways of tenderness and lightheartedness
I probably never did enough around you.
I am a devotee these days, a scholar.
I think. I wait. I fast.