Note: This is a story about when my cat died. I was very young and didn't really understand enough to care. On the other hand, my sister cared very much for the cat. She scolded me for my indifference.
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She shames me,
For laughing,
While his breath grows shorter.
I didn’t know any better.
There’s no shame in innocence.
Is there?
No.
After all,
Jesus love me.
This I know.
For the Bible tells me so.
I wonder if that’d work if,
I sang it now.
If I sang it willingly then,
I wonder if it’d bring innocence and forgiveness.
He utters a cry.
I wish I could take him out of that box.
I tap on the glass and whisper words of get well.
Fiesta!
Why didn’t I care?!
I want to care!
Toothpicks prick fingers
And tiny eyes leak water.
He died today.
June 28th.
I didn’t get to see it,
But that’s alright,
I didn’t care.
