Walking With Ghosts

There are ghosts where you walk.

Somehow I see shades scattering as

Your swift little legs carry you

through the crisp cold

 

Because it’s always at least

A bit chilly in the darkness that

you now call home.

 

All the same, I miss you dearly.

You held a wild look in your brilliant

green eyes that I could

never understand.

 

You found solace

In the place I called my home

Some years ago.

Those same years run from me as quickly

As grains of sand run through

my fingers.

I have another kitten nearly

As young as you were then;

She squirms happily in my lap.

The small patch of white on her chest

Suddenly reminds me of you.

When I move in sleep, sometimes

I feel your whiskers brushing

Against my face as I dream about

Walking with the same ghosts

you do.

 

But when I wake

I can almost hear your footsteps

stealing away

taking silence

back with you.