Mon, Aug 1, 2011 at 9:48 PM
Musings of an Alley Cat
I walk the line of solitude in hopes of recognition,
For you to catch my blackened stare devoid of recollection,
Of what it felt like to be loved and held dear to someone’s heart;
To feel the aching in my soul whenever we’re apart.
But here I stand, abandoned still, with no one’s hand to hold,
Left to wander, aimlessly, these empty, lifeless streets, so cold.
A stray to love, I find myself—lost but still not found.
Waiting patiently until that day when you might come around,
To scoop me up in both your arms and plant me with a kiss;
To fill my heart with joy once more, for that’s what’s been amiss.