Comfort
She comes home everyday crying.
I nuzzle against her leg.
She fakes a smile, says I’m alright.
I follow her to the bedroom.
She lies down and stares at a photo.
I call out to her.
She doesn’t respond.
I jump up to her side, calling out again.
She says Tom, why doesn’t he love me?
I purr.
She smiles, Thank you, Tom.
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