
I didn’t know him anymore
And I couldn’t find me
Then suddenly like a light
You were all I could see
A breath of fresh air
A vice ripped from my chest
And finally I knew
You were the thing I loved best
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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What are you doing aside from getting into my space
Licking my face
And floating fur into my morning cup of tea
I get that you n I are a “we” now
But your inability to have boundaries is a little hard to swallow
I don’t necessarily enjoy your sassy little buns being situated in front of my face
You’re a sexy little sweetheart but not of my preferred species
I think we’re gonna have to rethink the terms of our agreement
© 2024 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: This is a picture of my cat Prim, the little devil herself. 😉

I cannot count the ways
or measure the depth of my love for you.
Words escape all rational notions
when I try to convey my thoughts.
It’s like trying to describe
the scent of a rare fragrance,
or explain the inconceivable mysteries
that leave the world in awe.
You are simply the magic keeping me alive
when nothing else can.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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