Poem (untitled)

It's been a long time since

a song comes back to you,

defined in a different way than you heard it.

Then, you defined it.

A long time.

Phone rings and you wonder, could it be?

And it is nothing.

Static.

Television shares a favorite film.

Something? Phone?

Nothing.

One cat sits on my lap now,

missing everything about his companion.

He allows me to compensate.

I'm warm.

On the outside.

Cold to the touch inside, if you even get that far.

And if you do, run away.

They all do.

Anyway.