I miss your angry green eyes
which were never really angry
just slanted, zenned out
my little buddha cat
which reminds me, of course, how
I miss yoga with you
walking under my bridge
how you’d arch your back
when I arched mine
you and me, in sync, like breath
I even miss your screaming
at odd hours, like 5 AM
and 7:16 AM (& PM), and 4, 8, 10
the house is a silent ache
without you
I miss the middle of the night
when sleepless was the theme
you lay on me
as if to prove
I am not alone
I miss our head bumps, bathroom visits,
language without words
like we always knew
it was actually you saving me.