My car should not have been a hearse
For your still little body in the backseat
I pulled the shade down beside you
So it wouldn't be in your eyes
Though that really didn't matter anymore
Your fur was so soft
The pretty white stained red
And aside from the gore of your face
You could have been asleep
It was strange because I never saw you sleeping
Your baby watched with terrified eyes
As I sobbed when I couldn't break ground for you
She doesn't understand why you won't come home
Or why I cried when I saw her little face
Your sister back home doesn't understand
Why it's hard to look at her now
And hear her scream for food the same way you used to
With her whole voice echoing with authority
She's a year younger than you
And looking into her eyes feels painfully familiar
I couldn't find you so I called out
Hoping against hope that you'd come
Not like this, never like this
I still feel your limp little form in my arms
You were mine in every way that mattered
Except the only way that could have saved you
And I should have brought you home
Long before that meant burying you by your mother
In the shade of flowers you never got to see
For Trinity, a beautiful calico farm cat. Tell the others I say hello, and I can't wait to see you all again.
