Obsession

I’m always trying not to think
‘Cause that can’t make me get
Everything that you do
(Which) Isn’t done out of common sense
And at times I wish I was not
The one who serves as a mirror
I’m not the same person as you

Hate you for knowing me better
Than at times I know myself but still
You just can’t seem to see
What’s right in front of you
Hate you for making me feel like this
Lost at see, lost for words
I’ve said them over and over again
But you won’t listen

I don’t love you
That time is long gone
And I don’t want to be with you
I just can’t help to think of what it could be
If you simply, for just one day, didn’t think everything through
And let your f****** life just happen

Now I’m the one who’s obsessive and I can’t stop wondering...
You have to give everything a chance at least just once...
And I’ll take the wheel even if it means to step against my own rules just to know what it would feel like... Sooner or later... (“Guess you better go and get your armour”)

CAT POEM

They will not go quietly,
the cats who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.

Old habits still make us think
we hear a meow at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.

Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.

And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them. . . and always will.

by Linda Barnes