Moved
Miss you. Miss who? Miss Yew, the well-bowed broadheart. My heart swirls. Head furls. Sometimes I can just listen and write what I hear, but today, few words are heard. I need to get a picture of my cat. Rather, I need to print one out. He has died, and I am sad. It happened moving across the country and though I’ve arrived here, in my new home. I can’t seem to let it sink all the way in.