A cat who knows that he is king
Can hardly be displaced.
His meows are commands
Not requests as he winds his way
Around your legs and into your heart.
This stray that walked onto the porch
From who-knows-where
Has so ingratiated himself
You are sad to see him go.

Goodnight my almost lover.
This time,
I think we almost had each other,
Almost caught in glances,
Glancing smiles
That ricochet between us.

Goodnight my almost lover.
Tonight
You stayed my fears.
You made the night day
Lighting with too many stars
The start of joy.

He was so wonderful
That night -
Like any night really -
In his finery
And I in mine.

How we danced -
As if there was
No one else -
Will stay
A pleasant memory.

My greatest smiles,
All my joy
And the sense
Of being carefree,
That was reserved
For when I was
In his arms
And his arms alone.

I would rather be here,
Surrounded by people I like
And enjoy
Without any pressure to be different.
I can be so weird
Because they are, too.
Let me stay.

I do not know my history.
I do not know my past.
The faded lines
That run up into the years
Are lines I cannot draw.
I cannot trace them
Nor can I name them.

I am adrift,
Cut off from tradition.
These are things
I long to know
But the people who knew them
Are dead.

Tar

Thank you for sitting with me.
Thank you for leaving your own fun
To talk with pathetic me
And drink tea.
Admittedly, the tea was awesome,
As was our conversation.
Rather than anything else,
Ridding my sorrows in tea,
Rolling them away with friends,
That's better than going home alone
And drinking something else,
Ruining who I am in the process.

'Tis better to be alone
Than lonely.
What improvement it would be
To sit in solitude
Beneath a tree,
Shielded from rain,
Rather than stand
By one's self
In a room crowded with people.
Yes,
I know what I prefer.
It may seem strange,
It may seem sterile
And harsh
To so flatly walk away
In order to sit in the cold.
But I would rather abandon
The crowd
Than you abandon me.