I AM NOT THE SAME


The Cat

I remember your pronunciation, how your mouth formed words. Cinnamon and quarters were the best ones. Saying other things to me were the holy ones.

I just wanted to say I fixed the patio light. I changed the bottom sheet. I fed your cat.

The phone number is the same. I am not the same. The cat is the same. He misses you. He wants you to come home.



the love letter collection
submitted 2:57 PM EST
Friday, May 13, 2011