I’ve been stuck,
trying to find words
that I want to share
about you.

I don’t want to dwell
on all of the things
that didn’t work between us.

There’s too much to explain
really.

But there were moments,
where we just clicked.
When time passed too fast
and we tried to cling
to each other for a minute longer.

I loved your playfulness.
Like when you would try to get my
attention by picking me up.

So many times, I’d be
cooking something in the kitchen,
and you’d manage
to turn me upside down —
my face beet red and
head dizzy from the inversion.

I remember that one afternoon,
both of us tired but chatty,
and you pretended
to be your cat.

I don’t recall laughing
like that in so long.
I thought our neighbors
were going to come check on me
because of my howling.

Tears streamed down my cheeks
as you nuzzled obsessively
and purred and batted like any cat
with an anxious-attachment style.

I miss that.
And I miss you. At least parts.

We might not have been soulmates,
but we were something
that, with all odds against us,
kept coming together.