Blurry teary eyes,
The only poem I repeated to write.
I hope I can turn back time,
Just to shut the door so you couldn't run.
Your soft little paws and tiny whiskers,
Round eyes that shimmers.
The scratches you left in my fingers,
Fully healed but the pain still lingers.
The collar I bought,
A little loose so I'll wait you grow.
You love it when the bell rings,
You love stealing my things.
But you left too soon,
And I can't let you go.
I thought cats have nine lives,
But you're nowhere to be found when they took your first.
Dwayne, I'm missing you these days,
You are my best four weeks.
