The cat sometimes visits me
here and there, wherever I go
sometimes out of nowhere
always coming when I call its name
It wears my heart as a pendant around its neck
It brushes up against me
meowing and purring
I pick him up with a smile on my face
accompanied by a somber tingling
“What am I going to do with you?”, I say
Of course he doesn’t answer
just looks at me and rubs his cheek
against my hand
“I know…you want attention.
But simply holding you won’t do me any good
but remind me that you’re here
Don’t get me wrong,
I love having you around
But until that time comes
when I can share you with her,
she..the anonymous her,
la femme qui je vais adorer,
I can’t give you a home”
I pet him once more
before putting him back down
and walk away..
glancing back I see him
sitting there
watching patiently after me
I smile and continue my way
