Springfield Persistent Intrusive

6

No trace on your lips of life or the longing

for life. No trace of the song I thought

we were starting, just screams and pleading.

The cat we rescued goes suddenly blind

and has to be put down. No words for the light

going out. Carry her down in your Dad’s old

sweatshirt. I call you from outside the vet’s.

You promise this isn’t the start of something.