Were you the sidewalk

Feline who always graced

My late afternoon serene

Watching travelers return home?

You’d look into my eyes

As if you found a way in

And remembered

What I’ve forgotten,

Meowing for my attention

Every once in a while;

But this is the third dusk

You’re not around.

Maybe like them you doubt

I’m still the grandson

You deeply loved.

I’m still, deeply.

Clouds have grayed

The sky’s memory,

Quickening footsteps.

Tonight, come to me

As the light rain.

Let roofs and trees

Sing, lola, bye.