Disclaimer: I only own the words, not the lovable narrator.

Who will cry the most tonight?

Me or the cat perched on the trees behind the neighborhood park?

Or perhaps the little child who never leaves his parents alone in the cold, dark side of the cemetery?

Well, even though my heart is aching, I won't cry.

My tears shimmer on my face like the endless stars above me as I lay upon the rooftop alone here tonight.

Though they are there, I ignore them as I once did everything else. I feel nothing anymore.

Before she appeared, I seemed well off, even though I was suffering.

Instead of being the stray I thought I was, all around me was nothing more than a cage.

In order to gain what I wanted, I had to work at something that I regret deeply to this very day.

Why was I not given the same freedom as the innocents I see below me?

Why was I trapped like an animal? All because of something I thought was my life.

No, in the end, what I live now is my life.

Everyone around me saw me as a tool, a way to get what they wanted.

Not her.

She saw me as a person, rather, a stray cat like herself.

Perhaps she saw in me the person that I am today.

Free of restraints and Earthly bonds.

If so, then I have truly made her proud.

In the end, even though she's gone, I'm not going to let her spirit die.

I need to be stronger, strong for the little child and anyone else who has a broken spirit like I did.

I need to get more milk.