On the Leaving Day

She snail curls on the couch,
Ear twitching in feline sleep,
Totally oblivious that these,
Are the last days.
Soon I’ll be gone,
A casualty of lost love,
And she won’t see me again.
Traces of me will linger,
In the sofas and chairs,
The things I leave behind.
But my sweet little darling.
My warm furry ball of love,
Will look for me.
Meowing, wondering,
Where am I?
When will I becoming home?
And my heart will die,
A little on the leaving day.

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