The screen on the back porch tore last night
When the weather was so bad
My apathetic cat curled up beside me to ride out the storm.
You hated that cat but I called it mine
Long before I was yours.
We built the screen together "like a real couple"
The only project I ever talked you into.
I dreamed that we would sip our coffee in the morning air
Watching sunrise together, the two of us
With the cat purring in my lap.
We never used it once and you called it useless
And I didn't see the point in going out
If we didn't do it together.
But now the screen is ripped, the metal prongs pointed angrily at your chair.
It ripped
And you aren't here to fix it.
Staring here at the hole, sipping my coffee alone with that damn cat pawing at the mosquito that's breached containment
and I can't help but wish it all meant something
In the end.
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Day 4/14