Gone

I remember well, the first day I met him

He looked afraid, cold, and way too slim

Huddling at the door for a little bit of heat

I let him into my shop and off of the street

He was curious of the bikes and the clutter

One eye on me, no words did he utter

His life so bad it about made me weep

Hell, I’ll give him a warm place to sleep

After time, in each other we began to trust

He’d scurry from a stranger just leavin’ dust

I could confide in him about things in my life

He’d just stare as if to say, “I ain’t your wife”

I knew that he cared but wouldn’t let it show

Just like me, caring, not wanting people to know

I got so used to him just lying around the place

Keeping him fed sort of put a smile on my face

I often wonder whatever happened to him

Like he arrived, he disappeared on a whim

I couldn’t believe it, he was gone just like that

I know it’s dumb, but I miss that old black cat