Mimi

I remember a couple years ago sitting on my couch.

No knock.

No soul.

No sound.

No sound of blithe.

Stared into the eyes of the TV almost as if there was a way for it to comfort me..

For it to transform into someone who could hold me..

And I do not only mean physically but emotionally, also.

There are times we want to be alone.

Some more than others.

But does alone time have a limit or can it be considered an excess at some point? What if you don’t ask for alone time..

I remember the night the rum of tears hit.

I remember I refused when the lack settled, stated, and aroused. I had put up signs in hopes for someone to call that night or anytime soon. I knew now how it felt to be the one taping instead of waiting to cross the street, scanning the sign.

It hit me.

It remember a couple years ago sitting on my couch.

No knock.

No soul.

No sound.

No sound of blithe.

I remember it was Christmas.

I cannot forget all the times I didn’t ask for alone time.

But what I will not forget,

is the cat who was there through it all.

“Are you the owner of Mimi? Someone found her and turned her in to our hospital, today.”

All I need is my cat, Mimi.

“I’m on my way.”