Counting On You
July 16, 2017
Content In Love
July 16, 2017


She chose to share her love
At least as much as any cat can
On my lap, her back to me
while she cleaned
Both of us wanting to be here
With only one of us willing to admit it

If she was anything at all
I’d bet that she was a Feminist
Defending bodily integrity,
autonomy, gender equality
Perhaps not species, but still
She carried herself like she lived it

She would sleep quite often
On my lap, my papers, my keyboard
Never really mindful of me
or perhaps in spite of me
When I shooed her along
I did so with jealousy and she knew it

On days she disappeared
Her absence left a space behind
A thing quite odd to me
who had never seen
Her come and go at all
And yet could somehow always feel it

I imagined her escapades
Wild and crazy things in secret
That in truth would be
less for her, more for me
A break from my boredom
An escape without having to live it

She would go where she went
First to arrive, last to leave
At court with the queen
both sipping high tea
Snowboarding in Banff
Not a fan of snow but conquering it

Or Dwarf Tossing in Spain
Aerial Yoga in a Russian gym
Like a wet noodle she
performs a daring routine
Always playing it cool
While loving every minute of it

Off chasing shadows now
She doesn’t come around anymore
Never really mindful of me
I never saw her leave
No time for goodbyes
As was her way, I wouldn’t change it

She chose to share her love
At least as much as any cat can
On my lap, her back to me
while she cleaned
Now the room seems empty
With only one of us here to fill it

Christopher Muggridge
Christopher Muggridge
Christopher Muggridge is a creative writer based in London, Canada. He engages in a wide range of writing styles including poetry, personal essays, articles, short stories, novels; as well as whatever else may float his boat or tickle his fancy. He is not adverse to drawing on personal experience to write about mental health issues or his perspectives on human interaction.

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