I wrote this for an old girlfriend when her cat died. I hope it brings you some peace.

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Because you were alone in your body

and could do nothing but cry in your thorns,

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I came to you, and spoke to you,

and sprawled in your lap

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until you understood that what I held

in my throat wasn't thunder,

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but sunlight. There was the moment

you really knew it, felt it erupting

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beneath your hands like a miniature star,

but then you looked into my eyes

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and saw the simplicity of form,

fur on flesh, flesh on bone, the body

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you held like a secret child,

the smallness of us in the next moment.

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Now that I'm gone, you must know

that I was never simple, that you

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were never my keeper: the body

you held was a cradle of stars.

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Everywhere the sunlight is, I am.

Everywhere you are, the sunlight is.