He sat at the foot of her bed
After she’d be out for a day
After she’d planted bulbs for the spring
After she’d planted tomatoes for the summer
After she’d danced the night way
With men who weren’t him
After she’d cried when the old cat died
And when her mother died
And when her best friend died
He sat at the foot of her bed
After she’d kicked off her heels when she’d accepted an award
And her little black dress
Lay crumpled on the floor
And she fell into bed
But not alone.
He sat at the foot of her bed and waited.
Then she moved away to a house by a beach.
The room was empty.
The bed was gone.
She was gone.
He sat on the floor.
Watching through the window,
At the new family moving in.
Then shrugged as the cat came in
And said,
“It’s time to go. Just the two of us. She has moved on, and so should we. Nobody needs a sad dead guy and a half ferrel cat haunting their home. Come on.”
The man stared at the cat.
“Fine, then I’m going by myself. Stay here and feel sorry for yourself. You never liked me anyway, even when I brought you rats. Even when she loved me. That meant nothing to you. She loved me more than she ever loved you. Asshole.”
So the cat left.
And that night he sat at the foot of the bed and waited.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 