He was my favorite song,
The way he talked, like a melody,
Every rhythm falling just right.
I felt so alive,
Sitting next to him,
Feeling like I was home.

He wasn’t rich,
Could barely afford lunch,
Not famous or handsome.
Pffff—who cares?
Because I didn’t.
He was perfectly imperfect.

Those plump, pink lips,
So cute when he’d pout,
Sulking over the smallest things,
Childish—
Yet my heart would flip.

We shared the same loves,
Both of us cat people,
Those furry balls curling up,
Nestled in our arms.

Once, he told me,
“You look like a kitten yourself.”
And damn—
I felt my cheeks flush,
No hiding the blush
Blooming on my skin.

He was my reason to stay alive,
Made me believe in hope and dreams.
I’d never felt so happy
Until he became my light.

But fate wasn’t kind.
Why did we part this way?
Why did he just stop talking,
Suddenly…
Where did I go wrong?

I tried to call his name,
But it caught in my throat,
My legs frozen—
I couldn’t chase him.
He was close,
And then I lost him.

Years later, we met again,
Life had aged us,
And he looked so different—
Those sparks in his eyes gone dim.

Then I noticed a small hand
Tugging at his coat,
Meekly asking him about me.
As I looked closer, I saw
It was his—
His son?

Everything around me melted,
Emotions swirling, mixing:
Anger, sadness, disappointment.
I swallowed them,
Kept my lips shut.

I thought we were special,
I thought—
My waiting would be worth it.
But now,
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe,
I was never meant for him.
© Daniel Loï

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