Forgotten Youth Poem Series (#7): (Paw)sed
A brown cat
rapped on my door
three nights ago.
His little paws
were drenched–
in the rain
with little, desperate knocks.
He asked me
if I could take a boarder
not for a night
but for life.
I told him
I’m sorry mister cat
but my heart is boarded up–
it’s paused
for good,
it’s closed
for you,
and it’s barred,
for life.