“You will always exist
In the lines between
The lavender stalks, Bees buzzing gently
As they skip between
Your blooming limbs. In all the spaces
The stars used to glow,
As you grow and grow,
I’ll remember that the moon
Is buried here, Gleaming softly
From your eyes,
As you slip into the sky.”
— poeticallyordinary, my cat is very old and sick. I wrote this for him. (via poeticallyordinary)
