We all say we want to love someone
and have someone truly love us.
But what is love?
Have I ever really loved?
Looking back now it is unclear.
What I thought was love, was not.
What I thought would last, is gone.
Where have the days of childhood gone
and where has that simplicity gone?
The love I had for my grey stuffed cat
that was warm, cuddly and in my arms under the blankets…
Could it be that that little stuffed animal
was the only thing
I ever really truly and unselfishly loved?
I believe I wrote this sometime after my first divorce. I wrote a version of it in college, but of course who can really know love when they are only college age… it is ludicrous. I finished it when I was older and life had driven a bull dozer over me. and guess what? I still miss my grey stuffed cat.