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Loss

When he lost the wisdom of his age
I mourned that loss for it was mine
As well as his. I lost the little pieces
Of us as he lost little bits of himself.
He was never alone in all his losses.
I stayed by his side hoping love was
Enough to lessen his burden, knowing 
That losses do not relieve us. That's a
Contradiction to expectations, loss
Doesn't take away; it adds to burdens.
Nothing is lightened by our losses.
So as he loses more of who he is, I 
Mourn his loss as well as my own.
I mourn my loss of him as I watch 
Him count his losses, his awareness
Adding to the burdens of loss. So 
Much taken away, never my love,
This always remains, steadfastly by
His side although I know I cannot
Share his burden or lift it in order
To lessen his share of it. We each 
Share the loss but it isn't lessened
Or cut in half. We mourn in full our
Losses each to each, our burden
Mourned as mine, mourned as his.
When he lost the wisdom of his age
I mourned that loss for it was mine.

The curious qualitues of the cat

Softly landing on its pads, the cat is 
Sensuous, slinky, its furry rotundity
Clinging as it presses to us, on its way
Elsewhere. The cat's indifference is
Sexy. It calls for seduction and art.
There is no easy in maintaining her  
Attention or keeping her favors close.
She knows what she wants but may
Not want what she knows. Softly,
She will land by your side and move
Quickly away, suddenly disinterested.

https://wp.me/p8jzUa-4O from 2013 included this A footnote: Over 50 years ago, I wrote a poem in which
desire crept quietly on little cat feet, and the steamy heat
is all that remains of the original in my mind. This attempt
to reconstruct completely misses but it’s fun trying!