Tuesday Poetry: Human Connections are Hard to Find

Sometimes when I
Want someone to hold,
Or for someone
To hold me,
My cat knows – 
She lays and 
Purrs on my chest
When I’m lonely.
She’s always there
To knead on my chest
With nails that need clipped
Poking me, drawing blood – 
She settles and sleeps
The constant hum
Of her hypnotic purr.
Some days I fall
Asleep to her affection,
Some days she sleeps
On the couch
When I toss and turn – 
Her affection never
Stops the night terrors
She’s always there afterwards,
But cats can only do
So much for humans

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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