From Roses Come Thorns.

This particular evening finds our hero
housesitting.
There is a cat to care for and I told my folks
I would.
So here I am warm in their quiet corner of the universe
with just about everything I could ever need.

Truth be told it almost makes me weep.

Every object has its own place
to belong and be.
Everything is together and lovingly placed just
so.
Everything is normal and free of madness.
Everything is whole and untarnished,
everything is right, calm, and free of regret.

They do not drink.
They do not smoke.
They have never been awake at dawn
riddled with substance.
They have never been arrested.
They have never moved hundreds of miles
for lies.

They found one another and made it stick.
They created the flesh and did the best they could-
probably better than the flesh will ever do itself.
Staying stalwart through every blemish
they never stopped
showing love.
They had a family-
They had each other-
They had a normal life.

Sitting here with cat in lap I
realize that I will probably never have these things
and I honestly don't know
what to say about that.