the cat
he knows me
best
twelve
years
have had
him with me
since he
could curl up in my hand
now curls
up next to my arm
the one
that hold this pen
and after
all these years
and changes
he still
knows me best
he can't
tell me
how I am
doing
but he
constantly lets me know
that he is
here with me
when no one
is here
to talk or
listen
he looks my
way
as if to
say it's okay
we've been
there before
we'll make
it again
standing
stronger
no matter
how many times
I fall...
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