Gone Too Soon
Just to the left of love and longing,
that’s where you’ll find
the path to the rainbow bridge,
and, if you cross over,
cast an oblique glance to your right,
you might catch a glimpse of cat heaven,
catch up on the doings of kitties past.
I’ve been given that direction in a dream,
perhaps better than any map,
though I have yet to spy our old friends,
who left us all too soon.
I plan to keep looking,
accepting sadness for little while,
holding fast to hope.
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