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.