A word of goodbye to Bachkoutou

Although
You didn’t have to go

No more of your hair everywhere
No more tender touches

I still watch for my steps at night
to not wake you up
I still wait by the door
for you to get back inside
Will I ever stop nodding
to your spot every morning?

Finished a tour around the sun
You then fade away — — — — -

I will not sleep
For only night understands our sorrows
At night we shall meet
we shall meet again
my big furry friend

I threw away the carrier
burried you inside
Motionless
Schocked
Cold

Poisoned, so I figured
I suppose you were a nuisance
You gentle presence
I’m sorry
tender-eyed
Sorry for failing you
And sorry for this world.

I am not anymore.