6 months later,
I find,
out of the blue,
that i am in mourning.
i think of him constantly,
missing his presence,
missing my shadow
and i cry.

i ask the other one
if she misses him too,
even though, of course,
she does not.
i know this because
i watched her emerge from her shell
the moment she understood
that he was gone.

now,
in this world of uncertainty,
during this time of continual flux,
when grounding feels like an unattainable goal,
when nerves are frayed
and people appear
to be either poised for attack
or swaddled by fear into oblivion.

it's now,
that i find myself missing
my little,
uncomplicated,
bundle of fur & bones
of purrs & head bumps.
i am missing this small embodiment of security
i am grieving what was once my anchor in the storm.