Purple Lady Poetry

This space is a shock, an insult.
Clean oak boards perfectly swept.
No speck or stain to
Make me reach for cloth or broom.

I could put back the tray, the bowl, the saucer
But the mess would not follow
Because you are not there
My ginger friend.

The absence of you is replaced by
A cat shaped pain in my heart.
And I will mourn.
And I will mourn.