Sometimes I forget where I’ve left all the love

I’ve collected over the years.

I wake in a panic, desperate – thinking of all

the moments in which I could have let it go,

let it slip away unnoticed to be forgotten.

All of a sudden two little paws appear

kneading the fist I’ve clenched out of fear.

Two little eyes hidden in a soft furry face

peer up at me, expectant – love me?

Ah yes, there it is. Love.