back in Oslo
living with my ex-girlfriend
we used to have a cat
she loved to drink coffee and watch the animal-channel
the cat that is
she would walk next to me wherever i went and would observe
my every move
trying to figure the ways of the human
my ex would complain that i loved that cat
more than i loved her
some days i did
i have this recurring dream
we are walking in the desert
she is right by my side
looking up on me, talking
the cat that is
her light steps, not leaving a trace in the sand
i am filled with peace
but when i wake
i feel utterly sad
her name was Nikita
she is no longer with me
my ex put her to sleep
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i couldn't sleep. and i found this. and it's beautiful.
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