Symphony

You’re gone

Really gone

But will it be for long?

You didn’t die

Cowering quivering alone

Nor did you crawl cold ill-timed

Into the engine

Of that stationary station wagon.

I can’t forget you my

Darling dear cat

And in my Monday morning

Sadness I raise Lambrusco to my lips

Lamenting your loss.

And I cry:

Symphony sun of Concert

Moon of my misery

The uncertainty must end

Where did you disappear

And why

Forsolong

Forsolong

Gone.

©  Susan Lynn Gesmer, The Cat Poems, 1980