I Can

I can



I can see us. Something in the paper reminded me and I just saw us. We were by the steps of the church, that great big historic church on Park Avenue. I see the steps leading up to the wide wooden doors. We slept there, you and I. You were in your little cage and I was with my back against the door. Those steps were our home, that home we weren’t quite sure of. People walked past us at all hours of the day and night. They loved you. You were so cute, a perfect girl cat.

I didn’t want to drag you back to that life. Something better—you deserved something better and I wanted you to have that instead of the street life.



One Response to “I Can”

  1. Alex Says:

    Very powerful writing-deeply heart filled.

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