gato

coming and going,
you're always coming and going.
hungry, purring beast. to think you're something i fetched.
and the way you rub yourself against my leg
makes me think i'm your one and only
until i've fallen fast asleep,
and then you disappear again

nights like these are the worst.
it's nights like these when i want you around
and i promise not to beg if you'd whisk your tail at me
as i remember i'm not the only thing on your mind.
you whittle me down,
the way your whiskers brush against my skin
to where i can't sleep at night
you always let go just when i grow comfortable

maybe i'm the dog who loves you too damn much