Missing In Action

You never could talk to me;
tell me what you wanted or what you don't.
You could never help get things done
or stand up for me when others won't,

but you're such a special part of my world;
just seeing your face would brighten my day.
It never mattered what you were doing,
and I could always voice what I needed to say.

I loved having to look out for you;
even to provide when I'd nothing to give;
making sure others respect your place in my life.
You're love was reason enough to live,

and when everything in my life decayed,
I felt I'd get through each day
with you by my side to cry to,
and your welfare to see to.

I can't believe this is happening.
Talk about losing it all!
In my omnious sky,
you were the one twinkling star!

I pray you're okay;
that you make it through each day.
I've deprived you from a life outside.
How can you ever survive?

I've called your name so many times,
praying you will appear.
Just one 'meow'
is all I need to hear,
my little orange angel.

June 29, 1997