fer the kitty
the kitty
sometimes she felt too much
the explosion was imminent
cuz no one let her finish her words
containing pieces of herself
was a notebook treasured years ago
she burned it letting out
the smell of history
the fumes tasted liek bile
and she stood there for a while
with the colors danced a smile
then she turned into a robot
we used to laugh but we used up all our jokes
we used to laugh but never really spoke
we used to laugh but still we're not quite bored
she'd help me make breakfast on sundays
because that's why should happen
at the diner where we sat
staring melancholy until gray
days broke the silence that was
holding us together
like we would sit there for forever
observing nothing but the whether
or not we should go home