for the smallest soul who changed everything
She came like mist, a whisper made of fur,
Too small to stay, too precious not to keep –
A heartbeat pressed to mine, a weightless purr,
She curled into my chest and fell to sleep.
No warning came, just breath that slowed too soon,
A flicker dimmed beneath a sky too wide.
But still I swore, beneath that crescent moon,
She knew my hands. She knew she didn’t hide.
Five days of light, of velvet on my skin,
Of tiny paws that clung to life and me.
And though her time was short, she let me in –
A glimpse of love so soft it had to flee.
She’s buried now beneath the old dog’s tree.
But every breeze still sounds like, “You loved me.”
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