stray, starry, saccharine

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two kittens, alone together.

(a story told in fleeting glances, hushed whispers that had nothing on the dead of night—"moonhigh, beside the sycamore tree.")

two sets of claw marks etched on the east side of the old barn. reticent and digging out ashes of cremations to make room for flowers. wading in the shallows of firefly-illuminated streams, all dark and amber and fiery.

("i'll be there. i promise.")

they felt like innocence.

they breathed like newleaf hues.

two kittens, together, alone.

(—but that was years ago.)

they looked like me

and

you.