the cat peri lyons c 2011
love leaves by the window;
love sneaks out the door.
i think Love must be somewhere near-
cuz it was here before...
the more you ask Love where its gone;
the more Love cannot say.
the more you tell it to come home?
the more it stays away...
when I was weeping earlier,
my Cat jumped from above
to comfort me: but now I know,
who Love reminds me of.
