the cat at home

the cat wanders

from room to room


by the many windows

all with screens

that he now

stares pensively out

he has readily adjusted

to his new home

completely forgetting

the past

as only cats can


it is so simple
yet not as simple as all that
for love is forgetting
all that happened before
letting new flowers grow
in what’s left of a heart
worn and fearful
of the light of day
and expecting nothing
in return